Single Willow Place

-A place in my heart, that is both my heaven and my hell-

Emerald grass,

Rolls on further,

Than the eye can ever hope to see.

The leaves touch the ground,

The trunk barely visible,

Beneath the tendrils. . .

That bring you to another world.

Words are the blemish,

the grafftti,

the slums,

the obscenities,

Of this world so far hidden.

A single willow stands,

Visible,

From all ends of the flat Earth.

It's then that you realize,

This is where you belong,

Where you'll want to stay,

And you'll always find it hard. . .

To escape,

The Single Willow Place.