The Whispering Brook
A streamlet flows through mossy stones, murmuring tales of forgotten times. It has seen dynasties rise and fall, yet its waters remain clear and constant. Travelers often pause by its banks to drink from its coolness, each carrying stories from distant lands. One evening, a poet knelt to capture its song in verse. He wrote of how the water mirrors the moon, how it carves paths through stubborn rock with gentle persistence. His words blended with the rustling leaves, becoming part of the brook...
The Whispering Brook
A streamlet flows through mossy stones, murmuring tales of forgotten times. It has seen dynasties rise and fall, yet its waters remain clear and constant. Travelers often pause by its banks to drink from its coolness, each carrying stories from distant lands. One evening, a poet knelt to capture its song in verse. He wrote of how the water mirrors the moon, how it carves paths through stubborn rock with gentle persistence. His words blended with the rustling leaves, becoming part of the brook...
