A gentle stream meanders through the mossy stones, Whispering tales of ancient days 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 refreshed, By nature’s simple melody that leaves his heart impressed. The brook flows on, as time does pass, with constant, graceful ease, Carving stories in the earth beneath the rustling trees. Its waters clear, a mirror to t...
