A lonely willow by the river bends,

Its branches tracing stories without ends.

A traveler paused beneath its shade one day,

To let the weary miles behind him stray.

He heard a murmur in the rustling leaves,

A tale of joy and loss the wind weaves.

Of lovers meeting in the moon’s soft glow,

And promises made long ago.

The sun dipped low, the sky turned gold,

A new chapter in the ages old.

The traveler smiled, refreshed his soul,

And continued on to make his story whole.

The willow stood, keeping memories deep,

Guarding secrets while the world asleep.

A lonely willow by the river bends,

Its branches tracing stories without ends.

A traveler paused beneath its shade one day,

To let the weary miles behind him stray.

He heard a murmur in the rustling leaves,

A tale of joy and loss the wind weaves.

Of lovers meeting in the moon’s soft glow,

And promises made long ago.

The sun dipped low, the sky turned gold,

A new chapter in the ages old.

The traveler smiled, refreshed his soul,

And continued on to make his story whole.

The willow stood, keeping memories deep,

Guarding secrets while the world asleep.