By the old stone bridge, a willow tree sighs, Its branches tracing patterns in the sky. A traveler pauses where two pathways meet, Hearing whispers where shadows and sunlight greet. One leaf drifts down to the silent stream, Carrying dreams deeper than they seem. It dances on water, a fleeting rhyme, Telling tales beyond the bounds of time. Not all who wander need find their way, Some journeys are meant for the break of day. The wind sings secrets to those who stay, Beneath the willow where m...