A babbling brook flows through the forest deep, Its gentle murmur lulling rocks to sleep. Silver fish dart ‘neath the crystal tide, As ancient trees watch from the side. A traveler pauses by the water clear, To wash away all doubt and fear. The current hums a timeless song— Of journeys short and journeys long. Though seasons change and years may pass, The brook’s wise flow forevers lasts. It carves its path with patient grace, Reflecting sky’s embracing space. Just listen close to waters low:...
