As the weeping willow shimmers in the wind,
and the sun shines through it.
The smell of spring gives way,
It takes to a wonderful place on the blanket we sit.

The feel of the breeze flows through my hair,
and the sun hits you in your face.
The blossom smell sends us to a different place,
a different time as we start to embrace.

Just sitting in the shade of the weeping willow,
gives a sence of romance beyond belief.
As we sit there and hold each other,
the movement of our unborn child makes the day complete.