In the quiet of the evening, under starlit skies
A willow whispers softly, where the river lies
Its leaves, a gentle rustle, a saxophone's sigh
In the embrace of night, where its roots tie
Echoes of the willow, in the moon's soft light
Telling tales of yore, veiled by the night
With every sway, a melody born
Under the gaze of stars, till the morn
The water's mirror, reflecting the moon's glow
Capturing the dance of leaves, in the flow
A subtle harmony, the night's refrain
In the willow's whispers, joy and pain
Echoes of the willow, a serenade so true
In the cool of night, under the hue of blue
Singing to the stars, to the silent sky
In its song, the heart's soft cry
As dawn approaches, and night fades away
The willow's echoes, in the first light of day
Still murmuring softly, in the morning's breeze
In its whispers, the soul finds its peace