The Whispering Brook
A babbling brook journeys through emerald valleys, carrying tales of ancient stones and dancing sunlight. It hums lullabies to sleepy wildflowers, nourishes thirsty roots of ancient oaks, and mirrors the flight of darting kingfishers. One day, it meets a lonely pebble worn smooth by time. “Where are you going?” asks the pebble. “To the sea, where all stories merge,” whispers the brook. “Carry me,” pleads the pebble, “I wish to see the world.” And so the water gathers the small stone, embracin...
The Whispering Brook
A babbling brook journeys through emerald valleys, carrying tales of ancient stones and dancing sunlight. It hums lullabies to sleepy wildflowers, nourishes thirsty roots of ancient oaks, and mirrors the flight of darting kingfishers. One day, it meets a lonely pebble worn smooth by time. “Where are you going?” asks the pebble. “To the sea, where all stories merge,” whispers the brook. “Carry me,” pleads the pebble, “I wish to see the world.” And so the water gathers the small stone, embracin...
