A babbling brook flows through the mossy stones, Whispering tales of forgotten forest thrones. Silver fish dart ‘neath the willow’s gentle shade, Where ancient secrets in the ripples fade. A lone traveler pauses by the water clear, Hearing echoes of laughter from a distant year. The breeze carries memories of love and loss, As golden sunlight dances across the moss. Time stands still in this tranquil, hallowed space, Where nature’s beauty leaves a timeless trace. The brook flows on with its s...

A babbling brook flows through the mossy stones, Whispering tales of forgotten forest thrones. Silver fish dart ‘neath the willow’s gentle shade, Where ancient secrets in the ripples fade. A lone traveler pauses by the water clear, Hearing echoes of laughter from a distant year. The breeze carries memories of love and loss, As golden sunlight dances across the moss. Time stands still in this tranquil, hallowed space, Where nature’s beauty leaves a timeless trace. The brook flows on with its s...