Under a Dying Willow

Under the dying willow Every thought disappear, Under the ruined tree, There's an unresisteable calm. The solitude become a pleisure With supernatural imagination. Under the dying willow, Your hopes restart to live. Under the ruined tree, Is like to be reborn again. In the land of fantasy,dreams and snow, The shining light of the sun. Under a dying willow sit skeleton with Schyte ...and hourglass of lifetime.