Gentle ripples dance along the stream,

A reflection of the past like a distant dream.

The water hums softly, a soothing refrain,

Echoing laughter and moments of gain.

The brook sings of memories, simple and sweet,

Of sunshine-filled days and cool retreat.

A melody of peace flows through its veins,

Brookside memories forever remain.

The stones beneath shimmer, kissed by the light,

Their smooth edges shaped by time’s quiet might.

Each ripple a whisper of times now gone,

A hymn to the past that lingers on.

The brook sings of memories, simple and sweet,

Of sunshine-filled days and cool retreat.

A melody of peace flows through its veins,

Brookside memories forever remain.

Through seasons it flows, steadfast and true,

A witness to changes, both old and new.

The brook carries stories, its voice ever kind,

A keeper of tales etched in heart and mind.

The brook sings of memories, simple and sweet,

Of sunshine-filled days and cool retreat.

A melody of peace flows through its veins,

Brookside memories forever remain.