The Whispering Willow
A tale unfolds where two rivers meet, beneath an ancient willow’s shade. A young poet once carved verses on its bark, dreaming of worlds beyond the village dawn. Seasons turned; the words grew faint with rain and time. Yet travelers still pause to trace the faded lines, hearing echoes of longing in the rustling leaves. Some say the tree remembers every story told—whispering them back to the wind when moonlight bleeds through branches. In its silence, lifetimes breathe.
The Whispering Willow
A tale unfolds where two rivers meet, beneath an ancient willow’s shade. A young poet once carved verses on its bark, dreaming of worlds beyond the village dawn. Seasons turned; the words grew faint with rain and time. Yet travelers still pause to trace the faded lines, hearing echoes of longing in the rustling leaves. Some say the tree remembers every story told—whispering them back to the wind when moonlight bleeds through branches. In its silence, lifetimes breathe.
