A lonely willow stands by the lake, Its branches sway with each breath they take. It tells old tales of lovers true, Under skies of silver hue. A maiden came at eventide, With secrets she could no longer hide. She whispered to the tree her sorrow, Hoping for a brighter morrow. The willow listened, leaves aglow, And promised her that love would grow. Years passed by, the maiden returned, With lessons hard and wisdom earned. Now children play beneath its shade, Hearing stories the willow has ma...

A lonely willow stands by the lake, Its branches sway with each breath they take. It tells old tales of lovers true, Under skies of silver hue. A maiden came at eventide, With secrets she could no longer hide. She whispered to the tree her sorrow, Hoping for a brighter morrow. The willow listened, leaves aglow, And promised her that love would grow. Years passed by, the maiden returned, With lessons hard and wisdom earned. Now children play beneath its shade, Hearing stories the willow has ma...