The Whispering Willow
A tale unfolds by the ancient stream, where silver willows bend and dream. Their leaves like secrets softly sigh, beneath a vast and sapphire sky. An old man rests on mossy stone, who calls this quiet place his own. He speaks of journeys long since passed, of friendships forged that ever last. He shares the wisdom time has sown—that seeds of kindness once are grown. The wind carries his story light, into the fading warmth of night. And though his words are few and plain, they fall like gentle...
The Whispering Willow
A tale unfolds by the ancient stream, where silver willows bend and dream. Their leaves like secrets softly sigh, beneath a vast and sapphire sky. An old man rests on mossy stone, who calls this quiet place his own. He speaks of journeys long since passed, of friendships forged that ever last. He shares the wisdom time has sown—that seeds of kindness once are grown. The wind carries his story light, into the fading warmth of night. And though his words are few and plain, they fall like gentle...
