A babbling brook flows through the forest deep, Its gentle whispers secrets keep. Over mossy stones and roots it winds, Leaving all earthly cares behind. Silver fish dart ‘neath the crystal tide, As ancient trees stand guard with pride. The sunbeams dance on water’s face, A timeless, tranquil, sacred place. Travelers pause to hear its song, And in its peace, they grow strong. The brook flows on, both night and day, Washing all our worries away.

A babbling brook flows through the forest deep, Its gentle whispers secrets keep. Over mossy stones and roots it winds, Leaving all earthly cares behind. Silver fish dart ‘neath the crystal tide, As ancient trees stand guard with pride. The sunbeams dance on water’s face, A timeless, tranquil, sacred place. Travelers pause to hear its song, And in its peace, they grow strong. The brook flows on, both night and day, Washing all our worries away.