A tale unfolds where ancient boughs bend low, Whispering secrets only old souls know. Beneath the moon, a traveler paused to hear, The willow’s sigh, both distant and near. “Time flows like rivers, endless and deep, Yet memories in my roots lie asleep. Kings and poets have sat in my shade, Their joys and sorrows in my bark displayed.” A breeze arose, carrying stories untold, Of love once warm, now gone and cold. The traveler smiled, touched by timeless grace, And found a moment’s peace in tha...
