The Whispering Willow
A lonely willow tree stood by the silent pond, its slender branches swaying gently in the evening breeze. For years, it had witnessed the changing seasons, from the vibrant blossoms of spring to the stark silence of winter. One autumn night, a weary traveler rested beneath its boughs, sharing tales of distant mountains and forgotten kingdoms. The willow listened intently, storing each story within its ancient rings. As dawn approached, the traveler departed, leaving only footprints in the dew...
The Whispering Willow
A lonely willow tree stood by the silent pond, its slender branches swaying gently in the evening breeze. For years, it had witnessed the changing seasons, from the vibrant blossoms of spring to the stark silence of winter. One autumn night, a weary traveler rested beneath its boughs, sharing tales of distant mountains and forgotten kingdoms. The willow listened intently, storing each story within its ancient rings. As dawn approached, the traveler departed, leaving only footprints in the dew...
