A gentle stream meanders through the mossy stones, Murmuring tales of ancient days in soft, hushed tones. Silver fish dart ‘neath the willow’s trailing veil, While dragonflies on lily pads recount their airy tale. The old oak leans to hear the water’s constant song, Of travelers and lovers who’ve passed along. It tells of moonlit vows exchanged upon its shore, And secrets kept forevermore. Seasons change, yet still the brook flows on, Carving memories in the earth at dawn. A timeless poet in ...

A gentle stream meanders through the mossy stones, Murmuring tales of ancient days in soft, hushed tones. Silver fish dart ‘neath the willow’s trailing veil, While dragonflies on lily pads recount their airy tale. The old oak leans to hear the water’s constant song, Of travelers and lovers who’ve passed along. It tells of moonlit vows exchanged upon its shore, And secrets kept forevermore. Seasons change, yet still the brook flows on, Carving memories in the earth at dawn. A timeless poet in ...