The Brook

I wandered by the brook so clear, As waters danced with joy and cheer, In every ripple, a secret song, In Nature’s arms, I felt I belong.

The pebbles trace a crystal line, While willows droop in graceful bend, There I paused, where hearts entwine, And in its flow, my spirit mend.

Oh, brook, you carry dreams of old, In every turn, my heart will find, A solace rich and stories told, With laughter, life, forever kind.

• Charles Lamb

• Charles Lamb