A gentle stream meanders through the mossy stones, humming an ancient tune only the forest understands. Two children once followed its shimmering path, chasing silver minnows beneath the dappled sunlight. They built a small boat from oak leaves and set it sailing with dreams tucked inside. The current carried it beyond the willow’s shade, where dragonflies danced on ripples like living jewels. An old poet sits on the bank, watching the water write verses only the wind can read. He smiles, for...
