A gentle stream through mossy stones did stray, Reflecting clouds that in its waters lay. It sang of journeys through the shaded wood, Where ancient trees in solemn silence stood. A traveler paused to hear its murmuring tune, Beneath the silver gaze of afternoon. The water spoke of time’s unending flow, Of seeds that sleep beneath the winter snow. It told of mountains touched with morning light, Of stars that grace the velvet cloak of night. The listener felt his weary soul restore, And journ...

A gentle stream through mossy stones did stray, Reflecting clouds that in its waters lay. It sang of journeys through the shaded wood, Where ancient trees in solemn silence stood. A traveler paused to hear its murmuring tune, Beneath the silver gaze of afternoon. The water spoke of time’s unending flow, Of seeds that sleep beneath the winter snow. It told of mountains touched with morning light, Of stars that grace the velvet cloak of night. The listener felt his weary soul restore, And journ...