A gentle stream through mossy stones did glide, Beneath the willow’s gracefully bowed shade, Its murmurs carried on the evening tide, Where fireflies their fleeting light displayed. An aged scholar paused along its shore, His thoughts as tangled as the winding way, The water’s wisdom, he had heard before, Might guide his heart to what it longed to say. The current spoke of journeys yet untold, Of mountains scaled and oceans yet to cross, Of silver threads more precious far than gold, And love...

A gentle stream through mossy stones did glide, Beneath the willow’s gracefully bowed shade, Its murmurs carried on the evening tide, Where fireflies their fleeting light displayed. An aged scholar paused along its shore, His thoughts as tangled as the winding way, The water’s wisdom, he had heard before, Might guide his heart to what it longed to say. The current spoke of journeys yet untold, Of mountains scaled and oceans yet to cross, Of silver threads more precious far than gold, And love...