A tale unfolds where two rivers meet, beneath the willow’s sweeping shade. A traveler paused, his journey slow, and listened to the branches sigh. They spoke of seasons come and gone, of lovers’ vows and dreams long flown. A king once napped there, crown askew, and woke to find his reign renewed. Now children chase through dappled light, while elders smile and recall the past. The willow stands through wind and rain, its leaves still whispering secrets deep. Some say it holds the world’s old ...