In the secluded forest, a stream quietly flows,
Whispering gentle secrets, where no one knows.
It winds through the trees, with a soft, soothing sound,
Creating a tranquil atmosphere, where peace is found.
The water dances gracefully, as if in a dream,
Reflecting the sunlight with a shimmering gleam.
It ripples and sparkles, like nature’s own art,
Bringing joy to the woods, touching every heart.
Birds and butterflies visit, to drink from its flow,
Enchanted by the tranquility, as they come and go.
The stream is a guardian, a keeper of serenity,
Embracing all creatures with its gentle amenity.
As dusk settles in, the forest’s secrets unfold,
The stream keeps murmuring, its stories untold.
It lulls the woodland to sleep, with a soft, lullaby tune,
And under the moonlight, the stream continues to croon.