A tale unfolds by the silent stream, where an ancient willow’s branches gleam. It’s said that on nights when the moon is low, its leaves share secrets of long ago. A traveler once rested beneath its shade, weary and lost, his spirit dismayed. The tree whispered a verse from a forgotten song, of courage and hope to make him strong. He followed the words like a guiding star, and found his way home, no matter how far. Now villagers pause when they pass it by, hearing soft wisdom in the willow’s ...
