In the hush of dusk, as shadows softly fall, A small rocky stream, with secrets to bestow,
Where nature’s canvas weaves its mystic thrall, Unfurls its tale as twilight’s candles glow.
Deep blue rocks, they glisten in the fading light, Bright waters dance, ripples, swift and keen,
River stones embrace the waters, a captivating sight, liquid ribbons threading through evergreen.
Dark-green sentinels, the evergreens stand tall, As if guarding the passage, a sacred forest’s dream, In whispered conversation, they share an ancient call, sacred secrets, with the quiet, rocky stream. Two trees, in the distance, reach out and intertwine, Arching the watery path with a blessing of grace, Like lovers’ arms, they form an X, a symbol so divine, A promise of adventure in this enchanted place.
With perfect clarity, this twilight scene unfolds, the small rocky stream, in its serenity so grand, A treasure trove of wonders, where nature’s story molds, a world, untouched by human hand. Linger in the dusk, let your senses be your guide, For in this silent moment, in nature’s sweet embrace, As the stream’s bright waters, with the rocks, collide, treasure awaits, in this tranquil, sacred space.
WoPoLi 
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