A gentle stream meanders through the mossy stones, Whispering tales of forgotten dreams and ancient tones. Under the silver moon, the willow branches sway, Dancing with the fireflies that light the night’s ballet. A traveler rests upon the bank, his heart at ease, Listening to the water’s song carried on the breeze. It speaks of mountains high and oceans deep and blue, Of timeless journeys ended and of journeys new. The stars above twinkle in quiet understanding, As the world sleeps in peace,...
