A gentle stream flows through the mossy stones, Whispering tales of forgotten dreams and ancient tones. Beneath the willow’s shade, a traveler rests his feet, Hearing echoes of laughter, bittersweet. The water carries petals from a distant bloom, Dancing in the sunlight, dispelling all gloom. A bird sings softly of love and fleeting years, Melting away the silent, hidden fears. Yet time flows on, as the brook forever will, Carving paths through valleys, over hill and rill. In its murmur, a tr...
