The wind in the Willows,
The shimmering breeze,
Branches, rubbing together
In the largest of trees.
Needles falling to ground
Covering the old debris,
Of twigs and small branches
And the wet, fallen leaves.
The wind in the Willows,
The shimmering breeze,
Branches, rubbing together
In the largest of trees.
Needles falling to ground
Covering the old debris,
Of twigs and small branches
And the wet, fallen leaves.