The brook flows softly through the glade, Its waters dance, its beauty laid; Among the rocks, it twists and turns, While nature’s heart within it burns.
Each ripple sings a melody, A secret song for you and me. It winds through trees, where shadows play, And brings to life the dawn of day.
The gentle hum of life around, Creates a world of sacred sound; Where nature’s heart beats pure and free, In every stream, in you, in me.
- Elizabeth Barrett Browning