The Whispering Willow
A lonely willow bends by the lake’s still grace, Its branches trace old secrets time can’t erase. A traveler paused beneath its gentle shade, To hear the rustling tales the whispers made. It spoke of lovers meeting in the moon’s soft glow, Of battles fought centuries ago. Of children’s laughter ringing through the air, And silent prayers offered in despair. The wind carried stories from lands far and wide, Of oceans crossed and mountains climbed with pride. Each leaf a page in nature’s endles...
The Whispering Willow
A lonely willow bends by the lake’s still grace, Its branches trace old secrets time can’t erase. A traveler paused beneath its gentle shade, To hear the rustling tales the whispers made. It spoke of lovers meeting in the moon’s soft glow, Of battles fought centuries ago. Of children’s laughter ringing through the air, And silent prayers offered in despair. The wind carried stories from lands far and wide, Of oceans crossed and mountains climbed with pride. Each leaf a page in nature’s endles...
