The Whispering Brook
A gentle stream meanders through the mossy stones, humming an ancient tune under the silver moonlight. Its waters carry stories of forgotten travelers and dreams of sleepy wildflowers along its banks. An old willow tree bends low, dipping its leaves into the cool current as if listening to secrets whispered by the water. Fireflies ignite like tiny stars above the shimmering surface, dancing to the rhythm of the night breeze. Some say if you sit here long enough, you might hear the brook murmu...
The Whispering Brook
A gentle stream meanders through the mossy stones, humming an ancient tune under the silver moonlight. Its waters carry stories of forgotten travelers and dreams of sleepy wildflowers along its banks. An old willow tree bends low, dipping its leaves into the cool current as if listening to secrets whispered by the water. Fireflies ignite like tiny stars above the shimmering surface, dancing to the rhythm of the night breeze. Some say if you sit here long enough, you might hear the brook murmu...
