A gentle stream meanders through the mossy stones, Murmuring tales of ancient days in soft, watery tones. Beneath the willow’s shade where golden sunlight plays, It carries dreams of springtime through the forest’s haze. Two children once sat by its bank, their laughter clear, Skimming smooth flat stones as the afternoon drew near. One wish was made with every ripple spreading wide— For adventures yet to come with the turning tide. Now years have passed, the brook still flows, steadfast and d...

A gentle stream meanders through the mossy stones, Murmuring tales of ancient days in soft, watery tones. Beneath the willow’s shade where golden sunlight plays, It carries dreams of springtime through the forest’s haze. Two children once sat by its bank, their laughter clear, Skimming smooth flat stones as the afternoon drew near. One wish was made with every ripple spreading wide— For adventures yet to come with the turning tide. Now years have passed, the brook still flows, steadfast and d...