Rowan and the Willow Tree
Rowan's connection to the Willow echoes the heart of the 'Million Women Drummers Gathering' for the love of trees—a quiet rhythm of love, rooted in reverence.
The village square was already crowded, thick with bodies in the summer heat. Rowan’s legs trembled as she climbed the tall crate by the well. She let her voice rise over the villagers. “We are poisoning the river.” A few heads turned. Someone laughed. “I’ve watched the mill runoff turn the water black. I’ve seen forge ash choke the stream. Trees are turning pale.” “Get down,” someone spat. The mill master rose, red-faced...
