Inna di quiet spot, where word sound blend with night vibe,
A stand-up willow deh, its spirit alive and thrive.
For many, it’s just shade, movin’ with di rhythm jive,
But deep down, it keep di stories of ancient tribe.

Each leaf, man, hold a vision, old ones and fresh,
Bright in morning’s touch, evenin’s golden mesh.
Di trunk tell of struggles, life’s tussle and flesh,
Its arms stretch out, tracing paths, life’s quest so fresh.

Beside it, a stream flow, twisty, deep, never rest,
Echoing di beats of time, from east to west.
Its vibes, our feelings, sometimes chill, sometimes zest,
Reflecting di universe’s dance, life’s real test.

Far out, where sun and earth link up and jest,
Is a moment, a vibe, where memory nest.
While di dark hours, wid its silent chest,
Talk ’bout di unknown, di quest, di fest.

So, in dis cool spot, a story set and pressed,
‘Bout hopes, ’bout dreams, ’bout life’s fest.
For those who feel it, di signs suggest,
A deeper vibe, a tale, one of the best.