The Whispering Willow Tree

Next to an old pond, green and deep, Where lily pads their secrets keep, Stood Willow, old, with branches long, Her leaves a-whisper, soft and strong. And Wind, a sprite with cheeks so bright, Loved dancing 'round with all his might. A fluffy Duck, named Ducky Doo, Loved splashing there, in waters blue.

The Whispering Willow Tree, she knew, Of magic spells and skies of blue. She told of dragons, brave and bold, And treasures hid in stories old. The Wind would rush, a happy gust, And shake her leaves in shimmering dust. "Tell us more!" he'd loudly plead, As Ducky Doo would nod, agreed.

She spoke of pixies, small and green, Whose laughter made the meadows gleam. Of giants snoring, loud and deep, Disturbing sheep while fast asleep. The Wind would mimic, howl and moan, The giant's snores in hollow tone. While Ducky Doo, with quack so clear, Would chase the echoes, far and near.

One day, she whispered, low and sweet, "A hidden charm lies at your feet!" The Wind, he swirled in a dizzy spree, And blew the leaves for all to see. And there it lay, a pebble bright, Reflecting starlight, pure and white! The magic stone, so round and smooth, Brought peace and harmony, forsooth.

The Wind grew calmer, soft and mild, The Willow's whispering, gently smiled. And Ducky Doo, no longer bold, Found friendship true, a story told. Beside the pond, in sun's warm ray, They lived in peace, from that bright day. The Whispering Willow's magic art, Had mended every lonely heart.