A gentle stream through mossy stones does wind, Its silver voice a balm to troubled mind. It sings of journeys from the mountain high, Where eagle meets the canvas of the sky. Through shaded woods where sunlight dares to peek, It carves its path, both humble and unique. It mirrors ferns and leaves of amber hue, And shares its dreams with morning’s diamond dew. No mighty river, yet its course is true, It teaches patience, ever fresh and new. In whispered verse that only hearts can hear, It flo...

A gentle stream through mossy stones does wind, Its silver voice a balm to troubled mind. It sings of journeys from the mountain high, Where eagle meets the canvas of the sky. Through shaded woods where sunlight dares to peek, It carves its path, both humble and unique. It mirrors ferns and leaves of amber hue, And shares its dreams with morning’s diamond dew. No mighty river, yet its course is true, It teaches patience, ever fresh and new. In whispered verse that only hearts can hear, It flo...