A lonely willow by the river bends, Its branches tracing stories without ends. A traveler paused beneath its shaded grace, And saw a teardrop on the ancient’s face. “Why do you weep?” the curious wanderer cried, The tree replied with leaves that sighed: “I’ve seen empires rise and kings depart, Yet hold one secret close to heart— A seed of hope, both small and deep, That wakes the world from silent sleep.” The wind carried words so softly spoken, A timeless truth, a bond unbroken. The travele...
