Beside the mossy stones I stray, Where silver waters dance and play. A brook that sings through night and day, Its gentle tunes that never stray. It tells of mountains tall and grand, And carries dreams from land to land. The weeping willows on the strand, Their leafy fingers kiss the sand. A traveler paused to hear its song, He’d been away and gone so long. The melody made his heart strong, And filled his soul with ancient song. No need for words when nature speaks, In bubbling notes and qui...
