A tale unfolds where moonlight spills, of an ancient tree on silent hills. Its leaves once danced with joy and grace, now stilled by time in this lonely place. A traveler came with weary heart, beneath its boughs to play his part. He shared his dreams of lands unseen, while willow branches wept between. The wind carried his whispered plea—to find what was yet meant to be. With every sigh the old tree gave, it taught him how to be more brave. At dawn he rose to journey on, his inner darkness a...
