The Whispering Willow
A tale unfolds where two rivers meet, beneath the willow’s shade so deep. Its branches sway with secrets old, in emerald leaves, stories are told. A traveler paused, weary and worn, by the tree’s grace, his spirit reborn. He heard the wind through leaves softly sigh, of distant lands under endless sky. Children laughed, chasing light’s gold beam, as the willow watched, part of their dream. Seasons turned, from bloom to frost, yet wisdom in its silence was never lost. Now memories linger, gent...
The Whispering Willow
A tale unfolds where two rivers meet, beneath the willow’s shade so deep. Its branches sway with secrets old, in emerald leaves, stories are told. A traveler paused, weary and worn, by the tree’s grace, his spirit reborn. He heard the wind through leaves softly sigh, of distant lands under endless sky. Children laughed, chasing light’s gold beam, as the willow watched, part of their dream. Seasons turned, from bloom to frost, yet wisdom in its silence was never lost. Now memories linger, gent...
