A lonely willow stands by the lake, Its branches trembling with each breath they take. A traveler paused beneath its shade to rest, And heard soft whispers rising from the west. The leaves spoke tales of lovers' moonlit vows, Of ancient wars and forgotten ploughs. They sang of spring when blossoms filled the air, And winter’s silence, solemn and fair. The traveler listened till the sun grew low, Then carved his name upon the trunk, so slow. Now when the wind blows thro...

A lonely willow stands by the lake, Its branches trembling with each breath they take. A traveler paused beneath its shade to rest, And heard soft whispers rising from the west. The leaves spoke tales of lovers' moonlit vows, Of ancient wars and forgotten ploughs. They sang of spring when blossoms filled the air, And winter’s silence, solemn and fair. The traveler listened till the sun grew low, Then carved his name upon the trunk, so slow. Now when the wind blows thro...