A babbling brook flows through the forest deep, Its gentle murmurs lull the earth to sleep. Silver fish dart ‘neath the moon’s soft glow, While ancient trees their wisdom slow bestow. A traveler pauses by the water clear, His heart once heavy, now light and near. The stream sings tales of journeys past, Of shadows fleeting, not meant to last. With every ripple, a worry fades away, As dawn arrives to greet the day. The brook flows on, both wise and free— A timeless dance for all to see.
