The Whispering Willow
A lone willow bends by the silent river, its branches tracing secrets on the water’s surface. An old fisherman sits beneath it, mending his net with gnarled hands. He hums a tune forgotten by time, each note carried away by the gentle breeze. Legend says this tree witnessed emperors and poets, their dreams now dust in the wind. Yet the willow remains, keeper of stories untold. Its leaves rustle with tales of love lost and battles won, of moonlit farewells and dawn’s first light. The fisherman...
The Whispering Willow
A lone willow bends by the silent river, its branches tracing secrets on the water’s surface. An old fisherman sits beneath it, mending his net with gnarled hands. He hums a tune forgotten by time, each note carried away by the gentle breeze. Legend says this tree witnessed emperors and poets, their dreams now dust in the wind. Yet the willow remains, keeper of stories untold. Its leaves rustle with tales of love lost and battles won, of moonlit farewells and dawn’s first light. The fisherman...
