The willows are weeping like they did so long ago. Far away in a unknown meadow on a plateau. Over mountains and hills, through forests, and across lakes, rivers and streams. A little girl lives close by and hears its sweet weep. She runs to it listening to the sound to guide her. She runs and runs as fast as she can and does not stop till she reaches her destination, then stops. The musical weeps make the girl sing a song of joy. She blinks her eyes and slowly starts to fall to the ground.
The soft green grass draws her close to the sound of the weeping. Suddenly she awakes. Walking up to the tree, she sees a strange leaf, not green, or yellow, not orange, but violet. It draws her near; on a branch there is a note that said:
Dear reader,
If you have found me by following my song
Then I have chosen you to be my protector
If you accept please take one of my leaves
And place it on your arm
She did as the note said. The leaf gave off a bright light, then disappeared. All that was left was an imprint of it on her arm that would never come off. She started to read the note again.
You have taken me into your heart, now I am
a part of you. You are my protector and I thank you.
Sincerely,
The willow
The young girl shouted at the top of her lungs, “I am Amy, protector of the Weeping Willow and will protect it till I die and even then my spirit will live in its roots!” And so she did, and they say when the cool peppermint wind of the north blows, you can hear her shout and the willows weeping like they did so long ago.
The soft green grass draws her close to the sound of the weeping. Suddenly she awakes. Walking up to the tree, she sees a strange leaf, not green, or yellow, not orange, but violet. It draws her near; on a branch there is a note that said:
Dear reader,
If you have found me by following my song
Then I have chosen you to be my protector
If you accept please take one of my leaves
And place it on your arm
She did as the note said. The leaf gave off a bright light, then disappeared. All that was left was an imprint of it on her arm that would never come off. She started to read the note again.
You have taken me into your heart, now I am
a part of you. You are my protector and I thank you.
Sincerely,
The willow
The young girl shouted at the top of her lungs, “I am Amy, protector of the Weeping Willow and will protect it till I die and even then my spirit will live in its roots!” And so she did, and they say when the cool peppermint wind of the north blows, you can hear her shout and the willows weeping like they did so long ago.
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