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 fleeting sound, While dragonflies in iridescent hues dance all around. A traveler pauses on the path, his weary soul to rest, And finds a moment's perfect peace within this wooded nest. The brook sings on of joy and loss, of love that once was near, A timeless, flowing melody for any heart to hear.

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 fleeting sound, While dragonflies in iridescent hues dance all around. A traveler pauses on the path, his weary soul to rest, And finds a moment's perfect peace within this wooded nest. The brook sings on of joy and loss, of love that once was near, A timeless, flowing melody for any heart to hear.