Whispering willows

Beneath the moon's soft, silvery glow,

Whispering willows gracefully bow.

Their branches, like dancers in twilight's embrace,

Tell tales of a serene, enchanting place.

Leaves, like secret notes, gently sway,

In the hush of night, they silently say,

A lullaby woven with zephyr's art,

Caressing the soul, a tranquil heart.

Willows murmur, a symphony serene,

Their whispers, a balm to the unseen.

A dance of shadows on the river's side,

Where dreams and ripples gently coincide.

Their trunks, like guardians, steadfast and wise,

In moonlit reverie, they harmonize.

With roots that delve into earth's deep embrace,

An ancient ballet, time cannot erase.

As stars unveil tales in the cosmic expanse,

Whispering willows, in shadows enhance,

A nocturnal sonnet, soft and low,

Nature's secret lullaby they bestow.

So, beneath the willows' tender grace,

Find solace in the night's embrace.

Where whispers weave a timeless tune,

In the heart of night, 'neath the watchful moon.