A tale unfolds where two rivers meet, beneath the willow’s sweeping boughs so deep. Its leaves once brushed the shoulders of a sage, who penned his dreams on silk from age to age. A young child now sits where wise men stood, tracing characters in mud as childhood would. The tree remembers every whispered word—of lovers’ vows and hopes of wandering birds. Seasons turn; the ink has washed away, yet roots hold stories darker than clay. When moonbeams dance on water’s gentle face, the willow shar...
