The Whispering Willow

In a village where the forest whispers meet,
Lived Mera, quiet, with a heart so sweet.
Her parents, toiling from dawn till night,
Left her in silence, with no friends in sight.

At twelve, she wandered, seeking peace,
Found a tree where all her sorrows cease.
A silver tree, with leaves that gleam,
In the forest's heart, it was her dream.

"Hello," she whispered, to the tree so grand,
"I'm so alone," she spoke, her voice like sand.
The tree, it rustled, as if to say,
"You're not alone, in this you'll stay."

Each day she'd visit, her heart to mend,
The tree's energy, her soul's best friend.
Years passed by, but Mera's bond grew,
With the Whispering Willow, her life anew.

At twenty-two, still silent, but wise,
Her tree, her confidant, under autumn skies.
"You've always been here," she'd often say,
The tree's response, in a gentle sway.

"I wish to speak, but words escape,"
She'd tell the tree, her heart in a drape.
The tree would whisper, in the wind's soft blow,
"Your silence speaks, Mera, you should know."

Encouraged thus, she ventured out,
Her presence, a whisper, no longer in doubt.
She'd smile, she'd nod, her kindness clear,
The villagers noticed, her silence dear.

Upon return, the tree would greet,
With new leaves, or a branch so sweet.
"You've connected," it seemed to say,
"In your quiet way, you've found your way."

One autumn eve, with leaves so bright,
Mera shared a day of pure delight.
"I felt seen today," her voice so low,
The tree glowed, as if to show.

"You've become the song of this place,
Your silence, Mera, is your grace."
As seasons turned, and Mera aged,
Her bond with the tree, never caged.

"You've given me peace," she'd often muse,
"With you, I've nothing left to lose."
The tree, in silence, seemed to nod,
"Our bond, Mera, is our god."

Together they stood, in forest's embrace,
Mera and her tree, in a quiet space.
Her life, a poem, of nature's art,
The Whispering Willow, her heart's counterpart.

And so their story, in verses, unfolds,
Of a girl and a tree, in stories untold.
Their bond, a testament, to nature's might,
In Mera's silence, there was light.