The Whispering Willow
A lonely willow stands by the lake, its branches tracing secrets on the water’s surface. Each dawn, it hums forgotten tales to the passing breeze—of lovers who met beneath its shade, of travelers who rested against its trunk, and of seasons that slipped by like silent dreams. One evening, a child paused to listen, and in the rustling leaves, heard a melody older than time. She carried the song in her heart, and wherever she went, kindness bloomed like spring flowers. The willow still whispers...
The Whispering Willow
A lonely willow stands by the lake, its branches tracing secrets on the water’s surface. Each dawn, it hums forgotten tales to the passing breeze—of lovers who met beneath its shade, of travelers who rested against its trunk, and of seasons that slipped by like silent dreams. One evening, a child paused to listen, and in the rustling leaves, heard a melody older than time. She carried the song in her heart, and wherever she went, kindness bloomed like spring flowers. The willow still whispers...
