The Whispering Willow
A tale unfolds by the silent stream, where an ancient willow’s branches gleam. It guards a secret from ages past, in shadows of memories vast. A traveler once rested in its shade, with dreams of love that never fade. He carved two names upon the bark, a spark of hope in evening dark. Seasons turned, the letters grew, as weathered tales often do. Now children pause to hear the sound—of leaves that whisper to the ground, recounting how true hearts beat, where sorrow and sweet longing meet. The ...
The Whispering Willow
A tale unfolds by the silent stream, where an ancient willow’s branches gleam. It guards a secret from ages past, in shadows of memories vast. A traveler once rested in its shade, with dreams of love that never fade. He carved two names upon the bark, a spark of hope in evening dark. Seasons turned, the letters grew, as weathered tales often do. Now children pause to hear the sound—of leaves that whisper to the ground, recounting how true hearts beat, where sorrow and sweet longing meet. The ...
