The Whispering Brook
A gentle stream flows through the mossy stones, Whispering tales of forgotten dreams and ancient tones. Beneath the willow’s shade, where fireflies gleam, Time slows to a halt, like a paused, silent stream. A traveler once paused to drink from its grace, And saw memories ripple on the water’s face— Of lovers who met where the wild roses grow, And promises made under moonlight’s soft glow. Now the brook sings on, though few pause to hear, Carrying secrets far and near. In its murmur, a truth l...
The Whispering Brook
A gentle stream flows through the mossy stones, Whispering tales of forgotten dreams and ancient tones. Beneath the willow’s shade, where fireflies gleam, Time slows to a halt, like a paused, silent stream. A traveler once paused to drink from its grace, And saw memories ripple on the water’s face— Of lovers who met where the wild roses grow, And promises made under moonlight’s soft glow. Now the brook sings on, though few pause to hear, Carrying secrets far and near. In its murmur, a truth l...
