A gentle stream meanders through the mossy stones, humming an ancient tune only the forest understands. Two children once followed its silver path, chasing sunlight dappling on the water’s surface. They built tiny boats from oak leaves, sending dreams downstream where dragonflies danced. An old willow dipped its branches into the current, weaving tales of forgotten seasons. The brook murmured secrets—of winter’s frost, spring’s blush, and the courage of roots breaking through dark soil. By tw...
