The Whispering Brook
A gentle stream meanders through the mossy stones, Whispering tales of forgotten times in hushed tones. Silver fish dart like shadows beneath the water’s gleam, Weaving through dreams reflected in its silent stream. An old willow tree bends its branches low, Listening to the secrets the waters bestow. Its leaves tremble softly with each passing breeze, Carrying echoes of legends through the trees. The sun dips behind distant violet hills, As the twilight its magic slowly spills. Yet the brook...
The Whispering Brook
A gentle stream meanders through the mossy stones, Whispering tales of forgotten times in hushed tones. Silver fish dart like shadows beneath the water’s gleam, Weaving through dreams reflected in its silent stream. An old willow tree bends its branches low, Listening to the secrets the waters bestow. Its leaves tremble softly with each passing breeze, Carrying echoes of legends through the trees. The sun dips behind distant violet hills, As the twilight its magic slowly spills. Yet the brook...
