Willow Palace

A quiet place to find yourself.

It's called a weeping willow
My favorite of all trees
The branches flowing gracefully
Dancing in the breeze.

You pass through the curtain
That encircles the core
It becomes your secret palace
All that and more.

Poems will be written there
You will sing your songs
Laugh or cry to hearts content
Nothing you can do is wrong.

Prayers are set to heaven
Peace reigns in your heart
In your secret palace
God's been with you from the start.