The Whispering Brook
A gentle stream flows through the mossy stones, Whispering tales of forgotten times and tones. It winds through valleys, shaded by old trees, And carries secrets on the evening breeze. A traveler paused to hear its murmuring song, Of lovers’ vows and battles fierce and long. The water sparkled under moonlight’s gleam, As if it danced within a fleeting dream. Yet as the dawn approached with hues of gold, The brook’s soft stories slowly grew old. It merged with rivers, vast and deep and wide, W...
The Whispering Brook
A gentle stream flows through the mossy stones, Whispering tales of forgotten times and tones. It winds through valleys, shaded by old trees, And carries secrets on the evening breeze. A traveler paused to hear its murmuring song, Of lovers’ vows and battles fierce and long. The water sparkled under moonlight’s gleam, As if it danced within a fleeting dream. Yet as the dawn approached with hues of gold, The brook’s soft stories slowly grew old. It merged with rivers, vast and deep and wide, W...
