A tale unfolds by the silent stream, where an ancient willow’s branches gleam. It’s said that on nights when the moon is new, the tree shares secrets for a chosen few. A young traveler once paused to rest, with weary heart and soul oppressed. The willow whispered in the rustling breeze, of courage found in towering trees. Its leaves traced stories on the starlit ground, of lost loves sought and new hopes found. The traveler rose with clearer sight, carrying the willow’s gentle light. Now gene...
