The Whispering Brook
<The Whispering Brook> Beside the mossy stones I stray, Where silver waters dance and play. A ancient pine its shadow throws, As evening's gentle zephyr blows. The moon ascends the eastern hill, Her tranquil rays the valley fill. Yet in my heart there stirs a thought - What wisdom has this streamlet taught? For centuries its song has flowed, A timeless, ever-changing road. It speaks of journeys yet to come, To every soul it calls its own.
The Whispering Brook
<The Whispering Brook> Beside the mossy stones I stray, Where silver waters dance and play. A ancient pine its shadow throws, As evening's gentle zephyr blows. The moon ascends the eastern hill, Her tranquil rays the valley fill. Yet in my heart there stirs a thought - What wisdom has this streamlet taught? For centuries its song has flowed, A timeless, ever-changing road. It speaks of journeys yet to come, To every soul it calls its own.
The Whispering Brook
A gentle stream meanders through the mossy stones, Whispering secrets to the ancient pines. Silver fish dart beneath the crystal flow, Where water-weeds in emerald tangles twine. A lone heron stands still in shaded grace, Watching the dance of light on liquid glass. The mountains wear their cloaks of misty blue, Guarding this peace as silent hours pass. Yet in this stillness, life’s soft pulse remains— A timeless verse in nature’s vast domains.
The Whispering Brook
A gentle stream meanders through the mossy stones, Whispering secrets to the ancient pines. Silver fish dart beneath the crystal flow, Where water-weeds in emerald tangles twine. A lone heron stands still in shaded grace, Watching the dance of light on liquid glass. The mountains wear their cloaks of misty blue, Guarding this peace as silent hours pass. Yet in this stillness, life’s soft pulse remains— A timeless verse in nature’s vast domains.
