A lonely willow stands by the lake,

Its branches trembling with each breath they take.

A traveler rests beneath its shade,

Where light and shadow softly trade.

He dreams of mountains wrapped in mist,

Of distant worlds by moonlight kissed.

The willow whispers ancient tales—

Of rustling winds and fading sails.

A leaf descends, the ripples spread,

Like words the silent heart has said.

The journey ends where it began—

A moment’s peace for weary man.

A lonely willow stands by the lake,

Its branches trembling with each breath they take.

A traveler rests beneath its shade,

Where light and shadow softly trade.

He dreams of mountains wrapped in mist,

Of distant worlds by moonlight kissed.

The willow whispers ancient tales—

Of rustling winds and fading sails.

A leaf descends, the ripples spread,

Like words the silent heart has said.

The journey ends where it began—

A moment’s peace for weary man.