The Whispering Brook
A gentle stream meanders through the mossy stones, humming ancient tunes under the moon’s soft glow. Its waters carry stories of forgotten times, weaving tales of wandering poets and distant lands. Willow branches dip lightly, tracing ripples that dance like silver fish in the night. A lone heron stands still, guardian of secrets untold, as stars reflect upon the liquid mirror. The breeze whispers through reeds, murmuring verses of love and loss from ages past. Here, time flows as the current...
The Whispering Brook
A gentle stream meanders through the mossy stones, humming ancient tunes under the moon’s soft glow. Its waters carry stories of forgotten times, weaving tales of wandering poets and distant lands. Willow branches dip lightly, tracing ripples that dance like silver fish in the night. A lone heron stands still, guardian of secrets untold, as stars reflect upon the liquid mirror. The breeze whispers through reeds, murmuring verses of love and loss from ages past. Here, time flows as the current...
