The Whispering Brook
<The Whispering Brook> A gentle stream through mossy stones does weave, Its silver song the drowsy ferns believe. It tells of mountains where the eagles nest, Of cloud-kissed peaks in everlasting rest. A lone deer drinks, its reflection clear and deep, While secrets to the water it does keep. The sun, through leaves, in dappled patterns plays, And marks the passing of the summer days. This whispered tale, from nature's own great heart, Is a quiet, peaceful, and timeless art. It flows along, a...
The Whispering Brook
<The Whispering Brook> A gentle stream through mossy stones does weave, Its silver song the drowsy ferns believe. It tells of mountains where the eagles nest, Of cloud-kissed peaks in everlasting rest. A lone deer drinks, its reflection clear and deep, While secrets to the water it does keep. The sun, through leaves, in dappled patterns plays, And marks the passing of the summer days. This whispered tale, from nature's own great heart, Is a quiet, peaceful, and timeless art. It flows along, a...
The Whispering Pines
Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam, An ancient pinewood tells a dream. Its needles trace on forest floor What time and memory restore. A traveler paused at eventide Where shadow and the light divide. He heard a voice among the boughs— Not wind, but words from long-lost vows. “Who walks where kings and poets trod? The pines keep secrets ‘neath the sod. The stars above are witnesses To countless joys and deep distress.” He sat upon a mossy stone As twilight’s purple hues had grown, And listen...
The Whispering Pines
Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam, An ancient pinewood tells a dream. Its needles trace on forest floor What time and memory restore. A traveler paused at eventide Where shadow and the light divide. He heard a voice among the boughs— Not wind, but words from long-lost vows. “Who walks where kings and poets trod? The pines keep secrets ‘neath the sod. The stars above are witnesses To countless joys and deep distress.” He sat upon a mossy stone As twilight’s purple hues had grown, And listen...
