The Whispering Willow
A tale unfolds by the ancient stream, where silver fish dance in moonbeam’s gleam. Beneath the boughs of a willow old, a story in its leaves is told. Long ago, a painter lost his way, his heart adrift in shades of gray. He sat beneath the tree to rest, and laid his weary head to test. The willow whispered through the night, of courage born from fading light. It spoke of seasons, swift and deep, of promises the stars still keep. The man awoke with renewed sight, and painted dawn with golden br...
The Whispering Willow
A tale unfolds by the ancient stream, where silver fish dance in moonbeam’s gleam. Beneath the boughs of a willow old, a story in its leaves is told. Long ago, a painter lost his way, his heart adrift in shades of gray. He sat beneath the tree to rest, and laid his weary head to test. The willow whispered through the night, of courage born from fading light. It spoke of seasons, swift and deep, of promises the stars still keep. The man awoke with renewed sight, and painted dawn with golden br...
