A gentle stream through mossy stones does flow, Reflecting skies of dusk’s soft, fading glow. It carries tales of ancient woods and time, In whispered verse and melodic rhyme. Beneath the willows where the fireflies dance, It speaks of love and lost romance. Each ripple holds a story yet untold— Of silver moons and adventures bold. The water writes on sands of gold and gray, Then sweeps the words in currents far away. Yet in its song, a timeless truth we find: Both peace and change dwell in i...
