A tale unfolds by the ancient stream, where silver willows weave their dreams. Beneath the boughs, a traveler’s sigh meets echoes of a lullaby. The moon bestows a gentle light on petals dancing through the night. Two dragonflies with gossamer wings guard secrets that the water sings. One stone bridge, worn smooth by time, remembers footsteps in their prime. A child’s laugh from years long passed still lingers in the breeze at last. The stars above like scattered rhyme watch over this forgotte...