The Whispering Brook
A babbling brook journeys through emerald valleys, carrying tales of ancient stones. It hums lullabies to sleepy wildflowers and sketches silver paths under the moon’s gentle gaze. One evening, it paused to cradle a fallen star—whispering secrets of the cosmos until dawn painted the sky with rose and gold. The star, now a smooth quartz, continues to glow softly in the water’s embrace, reminding all who listen that even the smallest stream holds fragments of eternity.
The Whispering Brook
A babbling brook journeys through emerald valleys, carrying tales of ancient stones. It hums lullabies to sleepy wildflowers and sketches silver paths under the moon’s gentle gaze. One evening, it paused to cradle a fallen star—whispering secrets of the cosmos until dawn painted the sky with rose and gold. The star, now a smooth quartz, continues to glow softly in the water’s embrace, reminding all who listen that even the smallest stream holds fragments of eternity.
