A lonely willow bends by the lake so deep, Its branches secrets ancient stories keep. A traveler sat beneath its shade to rest, And heard the whispers of the east and west. The wind spoke of a love from long ago, Of summer blossoms touched by winter's snow. The leaves recalled a warrior's brave last stand, Who fought to save this unforgiving land. Moonlight now filters through the trailing boughs, As nature hums her soft and solemn vows. The wanderer rose with newfound...