A gentle stream meanders through the mossy stones, Whispering tales of ancient days in soft, murmuring tones. The willow dips her branches low to catch the liquid sound, While dragonflies in iridescent hues dance all around. A traveler pauses on the bridge, his weary soul to rest, And finds within the water’s song a long-forgotten quest. The current carries memories of laughter and of tears, Flowing through the silent years, erasing doubts and fears. It sings of lovers’ promises beneath the m...