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 speaks of a moonlit night when the tree glowed with a soft, ethereal light, and a melody drifted from its leaves—a song of forgotten love and timeless patience. Travelers sometimes pause here, hoping to hear the whisper, but the willow shares its story only with those who listen not with their ears, but with their hearts. And in...
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 speaks of a moonlit night when the tree glowed with a soft, ethereal light, and a melody drifted from its leaves—a song of forgotten love and timeless patience. Travelers sometimes pause here, hoping to hear the whisper, but the willow shares its story only with those who listen not with their ears, but with their hearts. And in...
