The Whispering Brook
A babbling brook flows through the silent valley, its gentle murmur weaving tales of ancient times. Stones, smoothed by its persistent caress, gleam like scattered pearls under the moon’s soft glow. The water, clear and cool, carries dreams from distant mountains to the sleepy village below. Willows dip their slender branches, brushing the surface as if writing verses upon the liquid mirror. A lone heron stands still, patient and wise, watching the world drift by in the current. Time slows he...
The Whispering Brook
A babbling brook flows through the silent valley, its gentle murmur weaving tales of ancient times. Stones, smoothed by its persistent caress, gleam like scattered pearls under the moon’s soft glow. The water, clear and cool, carries dreams from distant mountains to the sleepy village below. Willows dip their slender branches, brushing the surface as if writing verses upon the liquid mirror. A lone heron stands still, patient and wise, watching the world drift by in the current. Time slows he...
