WILLOW

Gold and green the willow tree
From the garden will be gone.
Soon we will no longer see
The beauty once we looked upon.

Homes will rise on the cleared earth
Needed now we must agree.
Yet the Willow’s loss is worth
The housing of each family.

Trailing leaves in graceful sweep
Autumn’s colours softly lean.
No, we cannot always keep
The world as it has ever been.

Willow let us carve your wood
Into crafts of quality.
Something lasting, something good
Reborn for this locality.

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