A lonely willow bends by the silent lake, Its branches tracing ripples dreams make. An old man sits beneath its gentle shade, Recalling youth’s bright promises once laid. He whispers to the wind a forgotten rhyme, Of love that walked with him in warmer time. The leaves sway soft as if they understand, And catch his memories like grains of sand. Twilight descends in hues of gold and gray, The willow keeps his stories till next day. For every heart that aches with joy or sorrow, The tree will h...

A lonely willow bends by the silent lake, Its branches tracing ripples dreams make. An old man sits beneath its gentle shade, Recalling youth’s bright promises once laid. He whispers to the wind a forgotten rhyme, Of love that walked with him in warmer time. The leaves sway soft as if they understand, And catch his memories like grains of sand. Twilight descends in hues of gold and gray, The willow keeps his stories till next day. For every heart that aches with joy or sorrow, The tree will h...