In days of long ago, there was this willow, a very cranky and cracked willow, standing alone by a river.
It happened one day that a merry bird, tired of its journey, asked that cranky willow permission to alight.
Time passed by. The bird enjoyed to have its heart rocked by the willow and favored it with its singing; the willow... well, that willow went on smoothing its cracking, being in love with the bird.
And in the afternoon warmth it felt so idyllic - a willow and a bird! - that the river itself would shiver in a glimmering gold.
But the story isn't over. Could it end in a happy way?
All birds must fly and so one day this bird did, never to come back, for the bird was meant to find a cheer rosery.
And the willow?, you ask. Well, the willow summoned a sunset, leaned over the water and waited for a flood.