The Whispering Brook
A babbling brook journeys through emerald valleys, its gentle murmur carrying tales of ancient stones and dancing sunlight. It passes by a lone willow tree, whose trailing branches sketch poems upon the water’s surface. A kingfisher darts, a flash of sapphire, breaking the reflection of drifting clouds. The water whispers not of grand destinations, but of the serene beauty found in simply flowing onward. It sings of mossy banks, of moonlit ripples, and of the quiet peace that comes from embra...
The Whispering Brook
A babbling brook journeys through emerald valleys, its gentle murmur carrying tales of ancient stones and dancing sunlight. It passes by a lone willow tree, whose trailing branches sketch poems upon the water’s surface. A kingfisher darts, a flash of sapphire, breaking the reflection of drifting clouds. The water whispers not of grand destinations, but of the serene beauty found in simply flowing onward. It sings of mossy banks, of moonlit ripples, and of the quiet peace that comes from embra...
