A gentle stream through mossy stones does weave,

Its murmuring song a balm to all who hear.

The ancient pines stand watch on either side,

As sunlight filters through with golden cheer.

A traveler pauses by the water’s edge,

To quench his thirst and rest his weary soul.

The brook shares tales of seasons long since passed,

Of winter’s frost and summer’s warm control.

It speaks of lovers’ vows exchanged near by,

Of children’s laughter ringing through the years.

The water flows, a timeless, constant friend,

Dispelling quietly all earthly fears.

The man continues on his journey now,

But carries with him still the stream’s soft tune.

A reminder that in life’s hurried pace,

Peace can be found beneath the sun and moon.

A gentle stream through mossy stones does weave,

Its murmuring song a balm to all who hear.

The ancient pines stand watch on either side,

As sunlight filters through with golden cheer.

A traveler pauses by the water’s edge,

To quench his thirst and rest his weary soul.

The brook shares tales of seasons long since passed,

Of winter’s frost and summer’s warm control.

It speaks of lovers’ vows exchanged near by,

Of children’s laughter ringing through the years.

The water flows, a timeless, constant friend,

Dispelling quietly all earthly fears.

The man continues on his journey now,

But carries with him still the stream’s soft tune.

A reminder that in life’s hurried pace,

Peace can be found beneath the sun and moon.