A tale unfolds by the silent stream, where an ancient willow’s branches gleam. It whispers secrets to the passing wind, of lonely travelers and long-lost kin.

One evening, a child paused to rest, her heart weighed down by a hidden test. The tree sighed soft, “Dear one, don’t weep—even deepest roots from darkness creep.”

She listened close as leaves took flight, and found her sorrow turned to light.

（Word count: 69）

A tale unfolds by the silent stream, where an ancient willow’s branches gleam. It whispers secrets to the passing wind, of lonely travelers and long-lost kin.

One evening, a child paused to rest, her heart weighed down by a hidden test. The tree sighed soft, “Dear one, don’t weep—even deepest roots from darkness creep.”

She listened close as leaves took flight, and found her sorrow turned to light.

（Word count: 69）