A lonely willow stands by the silent pond, Its branches trace the moon’s pale light. A traveler pauses, gripped by sudden wonder, Hearing leaves murmur tales of ancient nights. They speak of lovers parting in the rain, Of warriors long gone, yet not forgot. The wind carries their sighs of joy and pain, Weaving dreams from memories time has sought. Beneath the tree, a faded ribbon lies— A token from a promise made at dawn. The willow guards these secrets with soft cries, As stars above keep wa...

A lonely willow stands by the silent pond, Its branches trace the moon’s pale light. A traveler pauses, gripped by sudden wonder, Hearing leaves murmur tales of ancient nights. They speak of lovers parting in the rain, Of warriors long gone, yet not forgot. The wind carries their sighs of joy and pain, Weaving dreams from memories time has sought. Beneath the tree, a faded ribbon lies— A token from a promise made at dawn. The willow guards these secrets with soft cries, As stars above keep wa...