A lonely willow by the river bends, Its branches tracing stories without ends. A traveler paused beneath its shade one day, To let the weary winds sweep dust away. He heard a murmur in the rustling leaves— A tale of love that sorrow never leaves. Two hearts once met where moonlit waters flow, But time and tide compelled them both to go. Yet in the tree’s soft sigh, their promise stays, A whispered truth that sways through sun and haze. The traveler smiled, then rose to journey on, Carrying th...
