The Whispering Brook
A gentle stream meanders through the mossy stones, singing secrets to the ancient forest. Two children often sit by its bank, weaving crowns of clover and dandelions. One afternoon, a wounded fawn emerges from the ferns, its eyes wide with fear. They carefully tend to its injury with clean water and soft leaves. As twilight paints the sky amber, the fawn limps back into the woods, turning once to nod in gratitude. The brook continues its endless murmur, carrying their tiny tale of kindness in...
The Whispering Brook
A gentle stream meanders through the mossy stones, singing secrets to the ancient forest. Two children often sit by its bank, weaving crowns of clover and dandelions. One afternoon, a wounded fawn emerges from the ferns, its eyes wide with fear. They carefully tend to its injury with clean water and soft leaves. As twilight paints the sky amber, the fawn limps back into the woods, turning once to nod in gratitude. The brook continues its endless murmur, carrying their tiny tale of kindness in...
