Beside the path where wildflowers bloom, A hidden brook escapes the gloom. It sings of journeys through the stone, A gentle, steady, liquid tone. The mossy banks in emerald deep, Guard secrets that the waters keep. It flows where ancient willows lean, A silent, cool, and jade-green scene. No map will show its humble way, It greets the dawn and ends the day. Yet in its murmur, soft and clear, Lies peace for every listening ear.
