Beside the tranquil river’s gentle flow, An ancient willow stands with grace aglow. Its branches sweep the water, soft and low, Whispering tales of times from long ago. A traveler paused beneath its shaded rest, And heard the rustling leaves recount their quest— Of lovers’ vows beneath the moon’s soft crest, And weary hearts who found this haven blessed. The wind entwined with stories, old and deep, Carved secrets that the willow vowed to keep. Each ripple on the water seemed to leap With ech...
