I sat underneath the great shaggy willow tree and read. I heard someone call my name so I closed my book, stood up and ran out. As I ran through the drooping leaves I took a deep breath in and felt them brush against my face. It felt so nice and soft as if I had stuck my head inside a cloud. Once I was out of the tree's shelter, I stood far enough away so that I could see the top of the tree.  I turned around to face it. The sun shined through its branches and it looked like it was glowing. I ran back to my house and I could see the red roof with the sun reflecting off of it.

That night I came back outside and stood beneath the slender willow. I brushed away the pieces of bark that had chipped off of it and then laid down underneath the tree where I could just vaguely see the stars. From my view, they were just dim dots in the sky. Every time I  heard a noise that scared me, I would scootch a little closer to it. I finally fell asleep nearly hugging the willow.