The Whispering Willow
A lonely willow stands by the lake, Its branches trembling with each breath they take. A traveler rests beneath its shade, Recalling promises once made. Moonlight filters through the leaves so green, Painting memories on the silent scene. A distant bell echoes the night, Guiding lost dreams to take their flight. The wind composes a mournful tune, As stars dissolve in the lagoon. Dawn approaches with gentle grace, Erasing tears from time’s worn face.
The Whispering Willow
A lonely willow stands by the lake, Its branches trembling with each breath they take. A traveler rests beneath its shade, Recalling promises once made. Moonlight filters through the leaves so green, Painting memories on the silent scene. A distant bell echoes the night, Guiding lost dreams to take their flight. The wind composes a mournful tune, As stars dissolve in the lagoon. Dawn approaches with gentle grace, Erasing tears from time’s worn face.
