Beside the mossy stones, a brook does flow,

Its gentle murmur soft and low.

It tells of mountains capped with snow,

And secrets that the winds bestow.

Through sunlit glades and shadows deep,

It winds its way while forests sleep.

A promise that it vows to keep,

To journey onward, steady, steep.

It meets the river, wide and grand,

Then joins the ocean’s mighty hand.

Yet in each drop of dew, it stands—

A life that follows nature’s plans.

Beside the mossy stones, a brook does flow,

Its gentle murmur soft and low.

It tells of mountains capped with snow,

And secrets that the winds bestow.

Through sunlit glades and shadows deep,

It winds its way while forests sleep.

A promise that it vows to keep,

To journey onward, steady, steep.

It meets the river, wide and grand,

Then joins the ocean’s mighty hand.

Yet in each drop of dew, it stands—

A life that follows nature’s plans.