A gentle stream flows through the mossy stones, Whispering tales of forgotten times and tones. It winds through valleys where wildflowers bloom, Dancing in sunlight, dispelling all gloom. Beneath the willow trees, a traveler rests, With dreams of journeys to the distant crests. The water’s song speaks of courage and grace, Guiding lost hearts to find their rightful place. Though seasons change and years may fade away, The brook’s soft murmur never goes astray. It carries hope like petals on i...
