There is a stream running through a forest filled with rocks

Nodding to myself, I decide to continue following the winding brook to see where it may lead. As I walk, softly humming a merry tune, I begin singing a little song about my woodland journey so far... Oh, down the brook I chose to roam Into nature’s verdant, living home The sunlight filters through the trees Dancing spirits ride the breeze Chorus: Foraging as I go, I merrily flow With this brook, such lovely nooks! Woodland maiden, unafraid By brookside’s in the shade Mushrooms sprouting brown and red Berries juicy, black as night Filling up my apron wide With these gifts from nature’s side Oh what a joyful path I’ve tried! Chorus I wonder where this brook may end? Around the bend, what sights portend? Babbling merrily along, a song Clear as bell, what tales you tell? Brook, won’t you share your secrets sweet? Chorus As I finish my little ditty, I realize the brook has led me to a wonderful sight! Ahead lies a still, glass-like pool, fed by a mini waterfall of the brook flowing over ancient, weathered stones. Golden finches and red robins flit between the branches of towering willow trees with long, trailing boughs. Tiny silver fish dart through the crystalline waters, nibbling at insects.