Faded echoes

Here’s a shorter version of the poem: --- **Whispers of the Baobab Tree** Beneath the baobab’s ancient shade, we loved, Eyes deep as the Niger, holding unspoken dreams. But love, like the wind, slipped through our fingers, Leaving only silence where laughter once danced. Now, I walk alone through fields of memory, The earth beneath, a reminder of what we lost. Even the baobab stands heavy with our sorrow, Its branches whispering of a love that will never die.