A gentle stream meanders through the mossy stones, Whispering tales of ancient days in soft, watery tones. The willow dips her branches low to catch the fleeting sound, While dragonflies in iridescent hues dance all around. A traveler pauses on the bridge, his weary soul at rest, Hearing the water’s quiet song, his heart feels truly blessed. The brook speaks not of grandeur vast, nor battles fiercely won, But of the peace that nature brings beneath the golden sun. It murmurs of the passing ti...
