A lone willow bends by the silent river, its branches tracing secrets on the water’s surface. An old fisherman sits beneath it, mending his net with gnarled hands. He speaks to the tree as if to an old friend, sharing tales of storms weathered and seasons changed. Children sometimes come to hear his stories, their laughter blending with the rustling leaves. He tells them of the willow’s wisdom—how it teaches flexibility in the wind and resilience through droughts. One evening, as the sun dyes...
