The Whispering Willow
A lonely willow stands by the lake, Its branches sway with each breath they take. An old man sits beneath its shade, Recalling promises once made. Years ago, a vow was spoken, Now the silence lies unbroken. He watches ripples come and go, As memories ebb and flow. A leaf descends with gentle grace, To kiss the water’s shimmering face. The wind carries a distant song— Perhaps the wait won’t be too long. Yet seasons change and time drifts by, Beneath the same eternal sky. The willow whispers to...
The Whispering Willow
A lonely willow stands by the lake, Its branches sway with each breath they take. An old man sits beneath its shade, Recalling promises once made. Years ago, a vow was spoken, Now the silence lies unbroken. He watches ripples come and go, As memories ebb and flow. A leaf descends with gentle grace, To kiss the water’s shimmering face. The wind carries a distant song— Perhaps the wait won’t be too long. Yet seasons change and time drifts by, Beneath the same eternal sky. The willow whispers to...
