The Whispering Willow
A tale unfolds where ancient boughs bend low, Whispering secrets only brave hearts know. Beneath the moon’s soft and silvery glow, Lies a path where few dare to go. A traveler once, with weary soul and worn, Found solace ‘neath the tree at break of morn. Its leaves did rustle, a message softly borne— “Hope springs anew after night’s darkest scorn.” Through seasons four, the willow stood its ground, In every rustle, a timeless sound. Of love once lost and friendships found, And simple joys tha...
The Whispering Willow
A tale unfolds where ancient boughs bend low, Whispering secrets only brave hearts know. Beneath the moon’s soft and silvery glow, Lies a path where few dare to go. A traveler once, with weary soul and worn, Found solace ‘neath the tree at break of morn. Its leaves did rustle, a message softly borne— “Hope springs anew after night’s darkest scorn.” Through seasons four, the willow stood its ground, In every rustle, a timeless sound. Of love once lost and friendships found, And simple joys tha...
