A lonely willow stands by the lake’s edge, its branches tracing secrets on the water’s surface. Each dawn, an old fisherman rows his wooden boat past its shadow, humming tunes forgotten by time. One evening, a stray kingfisher perched among the leaves began to echo his melody—note for note. Soon, the tree itself joined the chorus, leaves rustling in harmonic waves. The fisherman never questioned the magic. He simply smiled, knowing some wonders need no explanation. Now at twilight, if you lis...
