The Whispering Willow
A tale unfolds by the silent stream, where an old willow’s branches sway and gleam. They say it whispers secrets old, of lovers’ vows and fortunes told. One evening, a curious child drew near, to hear the mysteries, clear and dear. The leaves rustled soft, a gentle sound, as ancient wisdom flowed around. It spoke of courage, love, and grace, and finding one’s own special place. The child listened with a heart so light, beneath the moon’s soft, silver light. And from that day, the story grew, ...
The Whispering Willow
A tale unfolds by the silent stream, where an old willow’s branches sway and gleam. They say it whispers secrets old, of lovers’ vows and fortunes told. One evening, a curious child drew near, to hear the mysteries, clear and dear. The leaves rustled soft, a gentle sound, as ancient wisdom flowed around. It spoke of courage, love, and grace, and finding one’s own special place. The child listened with a heart so light, beneath the moon’s soft, silver light. And from that day, the story grew, ...
