A babbling brook journeys through emerald valleys, carrying stories from mountain peaks to the sea. It hums to sleepy wildflowers, dances with pebbles polished smooth, and mirrors the sky’s ever-changing moods. One dawn, it meets an old willow dipping its branches into the water. “Why rush?” sighs the willow. The brook replies, “To share the moon’s reflection with thirsty roots downstream.” And so it flows—not in haste, but in purpose—whispering tales of resilience to all who pause to listen.
