The Whispering Brook
Beside the path where wildflowers bloom, A hidden brook escapes the gloom. It sings of journeys through the stone, A gentle, steady, liquid tone. The mossy banks in emerald deep, Guard secrets that the waters keep. It flows where ancient willows lean, A silent, cool, and jade-green scene. No map will show its humble way, It greets the dawn and ends the day. Yet in its murmur, soft and clear, Lies peace for every listening ear.
The Whispering Brook
Beside the path where wildflowers bloom, A hidden brook escapes the gloom. It sings of journeys through the stone, A gentle, steady, liquid tone. The mossy banks in emerald deep, Guard secrets that the waters keep. It flows where ancient willows lean, A silent, cool, and jade-green scene. No map will show its humble way, It greets the dawn and ends the day. Yet in its murmur, soft and clear, Lies peace for every listening ear.
