The Whispering Brook
A gentle stream meanders through the mossy stones, humming an ancient tune under the silver moonlight. Its watery fingers trace the roots of old willows, weaving tales of forgotten times. Two fireflies dance above the ripples, their fleeting glow mirroring the stars scattered across the night’s velvet cloak. An owl watches from a hollow oak, wise and silent, keeper of the forest’s dreams. The breeze carries the scent of wet earth and night-blooming jasmine. Somewhere far off, a lone flute pla...
The Whispering Brook
A gentle stream meanders through the mossy stones, humming an ancient tune under the silver moonlight. Its watery fingers trace the roots of old willows, weaving tales of forgotten times. Two fireflies dance above the ripples, their fleeting glow mirroring the stars scattered across the night’s velvet cloak. An owl watches from a hollow oak, wise and silent, keeper of the forest’s dreams. The breeze carries the scent of wet earth and night-blooming jasmine. Somewhere far off, a lone flute pla...
