Stream

In the quiet of dawn, a stream gently flows,

Winding through meadows where wildflower grows.

It whispers soft secrets to the stones in its bed,

A tale of the journey from where it was led.

Reflecting the sky in a tranquil embrace,

It dances with sunlight, a shimmering grace.

Over pebbles and roots, with a patient sigh,

It travels the earth, beneath the vast sky.

In its movement, a rhythm both soothing and clear,

A stream’s gentle murmur, a serene, endless dream,

A testament to nature’s enduring theme.