The Whispering Brook
A gentle stream meanders through the mossy stones, humming an ancient tune under the twilight glow. Two children once sat by its bank, weaving dreams from dandelion fluff and firefly light. They spoke of castles in the clouds and forests where foxes danced in moonlit rings. Years drifted like autumn leaves upon the water. One became a potter shaping clay into trembling birds; the other a gardener coaxing silence from roses. They seldom met, yet the brook’s whisper bound them—a silver thread t...
The Whispering Brook
A gentle stream meanders through the mossy stones, humming an ancient tune under the twilight glow. Two children once sat by its bank, weaving dreams from dandelion fluff and firefly light. They spoke of castles in the clouds and forests where foxes danced in moonlit rings. Years drifted like autumn leaves upon the water. One became a potter shaping clay into trembling birds; the other a gardener coaxing silence from roses. They seldom met, yet the brook’s whisper bound them—a silver thread t...
