A gentle stream meanders through the mossy stones, Whispering tales of forgotten times in soft, watery tones. The willow dips her branches low to catch the murmuring sound, While dragonflies in iridescent hues dance lightly all around. A traveler pauses on the path, his weary soul restored, By nature’s simple melody, in harmony adored. The brook sings on of joy and grief, of love that once was near— A timeless song for those who stop, and lean their hearts to hear. The sun now sets in amber l...
