A tale unfolds where two rivers meet, beneath an ancient willow’s shade. A young poet once carved dreams upon its bark, words washed smooth by seasons’ flow. Travelers rest here, sharing stories woven into the wind. One dusk, a child found verses blooming where bark had parted—lines of hope sung by passing souls. Now the tree hums with layered histories, its leaves rustling with echoes of laughter and farewells. None know who plants the next seed, yet the legacy grows.
