Beneath the willows evening slows,
The sun hides low in the river’s grace,
Branches bend to whisper close
Of gentle dreams in this quiet place.
Leaves dance softly on the breeze,
Reflected deep in water’s glass,
As if you step through tales like these,
Where time has paused and shadows pass.
The water gleams in golden cheer,
And light caresses every bough,
While hearts drift off to somewhere near,
Where peace alone teaches us how.
