Whispers from the Willow

Underneath the willow's sweeping grace,
Where moonbeam's touch the earth's embrace,
The night whispers secrets, soft and low,
In gentle tones that the heart may know.

The willow, with its boughs so wide,
Cradles dreams in the moonlit tide,
Each leaf a verse of the silent night,
Singing of peace in the soft moonlight.

And beneath its vast, embracing shade,
A tranquil sanctuary is made,
Where souls may find their quiet rest,
In the willow's care, feeling truly blessed.

The night air carries its serene song,
A melodic whisper, sweet and long,
Of life's beauty, amidst shadows deep,
Under the willow, where secrets sleep.