The brook babbles softly, a lullaby sweet, It weaves through the valley on silver-tipped feet; Each ripple a story, each splash a refrain, The music of nature, a chorus of rain.
Nestled in valleys where wildflowers grow, I breathe in the wonder, let my heart overflow. In the tapestry woven by sky, earth, and sea, I find my connection, my soul is set free.
- David Jones