A lonely willow stands by the lake, Its branches sway with each breath they take. It whispers tales of ages past, Of lovers’ vows that forever last. A traveler rests beneath its shade, Hearing stories the wind has made. Of distant lands and dreams so deep, Promises the night will keep. Leaves dance like words upon the air, Sharing wisdom beyond compare. Simple joys and sorrows blend, A timeless message it will send. With gentle rustle, it imparts Peace to weary minds and hearts. Nature’s poet...
