A gentle stream flows through the quiet wood, Where ancient trees in solemn silence stood. Its murmuring song, a lullaby so deep, Awakens flowers from their peaceful sleep. A traveler pauses on the mossy stone, Hearing the water’s melody alone. It tells of times both joyful and forlorn, Of golden dawns and dusks softly worn. The brook winds on, through valleys lush and green, A silver thread in nature’s tranquil scene. It whispers secrets to the listening earth, Of endless cycles, death and r...
