A lonely willow stands by the lake’s embrace, Its branches trace the moon’s pale, gentle face. A traveler rests beneath its shaded grace, And finds a moment’s peace in time and space. The wind carries tales of ancient days gone by, Of lovers’ sighs and silent goodbyes. Each leaf a memory, a joyful cry, Beneath the vast and ever-watchful sky. Though seasons change and years may fade away, The willow’s whispers never cease to sway. It holds the dreams of those who come to stay, And guards their...
