There is a stream running through a forest with rocks and trees

"Well, as I mentioned before m'lady, I dwell in Reed Village just over the hill yonder. This morn I rose with a carefree spirit, so wandered out to pick berries and mushrooms along the forest paths. When I chanced upon a fair hidden brook that whispered sweet as a siren, luring me follow...so follow I did! Through oak glen and pine grove it babbled ahead until, imagine, it flowed into a glass pool right out of poem or dream!"