A lone willow bends by the silent river, Its branches tracing secrets on the water’s glass. An old fisherman rows his weathered boat, Humming a tune from a forgotten past. Moonlight filters through the leaves so green, Casting shadows where dreams lie unseen. A single star blinks in the vast dark sky, Watching the world with a timeless eye. The wind carries stories from ages gone by, Of love lost and tears that have dried. Yet the willow stands, steadfast and deep, Guarding the promises the n...