A tale unfolds where shadows play, Beneath the willow’s gentle sway. Its leaves like secrets, soft and deep, Guard promises the moon will keep. A traveler came with weary heart, Seeking wisdom, set apart. The tree did whisper, low and clear, “Let go of doubt, release your fear.” Through seasons turned, both warm and cold, The story in its branches told— Of courage found in silent grace, And hope that time cannot erase. Now winds still hum that ancient song, Of where we end and where belong. I...
