A lonely willow stands by the lake, Its branches sway with each breath wind takes. An old man sits beneath its shade so deep, While memories flow from years he keeps. He recalls a youth with dreams so bright, When future shone like morning light. Through seasons passed and storms endured, His heart by time was softly cured. Now dragonflies dance on water still, As sunset paints the distant hill. The willow whispers ancient lore— Of letting go, and longing more. Yet in its leaves, a truth take...

A lonely willow stands by the lake, Its branches sway with each breath wind takes. An old man sits beneath its shade so deep, While memories flow from years he keeps. He recalls a youth with dreams so bright, When future shone like morning light. Through seasons passed and storms endured, His heart by time was softly cured. Now dragonflies dance on water still, As sunset paints the distant hill. The willow whispers ancient lore— Of letting go, and longing more. Yet in its leaves, a truth take...