A babbling brook flows through the forest deep, Its gentle murmurs lull the earth to sleep. Silver fish dart ‘neath the moon’s soft glow, While ancient trees their wisdom slow bestow. A traveler pauses by the water clear, His heart once heavy, now light and sheer. The stream sings tales of journeys past, Of moments fleeting, meant to last. Not all who wander truly are lost, Some find themselves where paths are crossed. The brook flows on, both night and day, Whispering secrets along its way.
