I lay here underneath a waterfall of green
Gentle hues and blues of ever-loving means
Peeking through the flowing leaves
Winds drift and the coldness weaves
The air filled with bless but I confess
This willow means nothing to me.
But it's where I want to be
Here with you under the green
Your stone carved in with a dash
I wish I could return to the past.
Fallen leaves cover you effortlessly
Green, orange, brown fade with woe
Moss crawls and regrows over your stone
As I lay here underneath the green alone.