A babbling brook flows through the forest deep,

Its gentle murmur lulling rocks to sleep.

Silver fish dart ‘neath the moon’s soft gleam,

Weaving through water like a fleeting dream.

An old pine tree leans to hear its song,

Whispering tales of seasons long gone.

Petals float by on a journey unknown,

Carrying secrets the wind has blown.

Stars dip their light in the liquid night,

Painting the currents with shimmering light.

The stream flows on through time and space,

A timeless path at a timeless pace.

A babbling brook flows through the forest deep,

Its gentle murmur lulling rocks to sleep.

Silver fish dart ‘neath the moon’s soft gleam,

Weaving through water like a fleeting dream.

An old pine tree leans to hear its song,

Whispering tales of seasons long gone.

Petals float by on a journey unknown,

Carrying secrets the wind has blown.

Stars dip their light in the liquid night,

Painting the currents with shimmering light.

The stream flows on through time and space,

A timeless path at a timeless pace.