A tale unfolds where two rivers meet, Beneath the willow’s shade so deep. A traveler paused to rest his feet, And found the roots held secrets sweet. An ancient scroll, both worn and gray, Told of a love lost in the fray. Of a maiden who waited by the bay, As seasons turned and slipped away. Her promise kept through storm and sun, Though years had passed, she stayed as one. The willow heard her sighs at dawn, And wept with dew till she was gone. Now wanderers hear her gentle plea, Carried on ...
