A lonely willow stands by the lake, Its branches trembling with each breath they take. A traveler rests beneath its shade, Recalling choices fortune made. He speaks of roads he left behind, Of broken dreams and peace of mind. The tree just listens, wise and deep, And guards the secrets that it keeps. A breeze stirs through the hanging leaves, It whispers solace to who grieves. Though paths may end and hopes grow faint, New mornings paint without constraint. The sun now sets in hues of gold— A...

A lonely willow stands by the lake, Its branches trembling with each breath they take. A traveler rests beneath its shade, Recalling choices fortune made. He speaks of roads he left behind, Of broken dreams and peace of mind. The tree just listens, wise and deep, And guards the secrets that it keeps. A breeze stirs through the hanging leaves, It whispers solace to who grieves. Though paths may end and hopes grow faint, New mornings paint without constraint. The sun now sets in hues of gold— A...