One night

The gentle moonlight was falling upon the lonely willow. The velvet black river was smoothly flowing to it and separating in two armlets. Some light green leafs from the tree were splitting up from the branches and were lulling under the moonlight until they fell into the endless abyss. One of the roots of the tree that was covered with moss was reaching towards the water as though trying to touch it. A lonely boat was swaying in the river.