The Whispering Willow
A tale unfolds by the silent stream, where an ancient willow’s branches gleam. It’s said that on nights when the moon is low, its leaves murmur secrets of long ago. A young traveler once paused to rest, hearing the tree’s soft words manifest. They spoke of love, of loss, and grace, of a hidden path to a sacred place. He followed the whispers through mist and dew, and found a world shimmering, vibrant and new. Where time stood still in golden light, and dreams took flight in the hush of night....
The Whispering Willow
A tale unfolds by the silent stream, where an ancient willow’s branches gleam. It’s said that on nights when the moon is low, its leaves murmur secrets of long ago. A young traveler once paused to rest, hearing the tree’s soft words manifest. They spoke of love, of loss, and grace, of a hidden path to a sacred place. He followed the whispers through mist and dew, and found a world shimmering, vibrant and new. Where time stood still in golden light, and dreams took flight in the hush of night....
