William Shakespeare
tell me a poem about a small stream
A small stream, a murmuring brook, A sound of delight and joy, The gentle ripple of water, As it flows ever so coy. A tiny stream, meandering, In its own sweet way, No one can tell the course it takes, Till the end of the day. But it's so clear and calming, The sight of it's a treat, It brings a sense of peace and calm, To those who take the time to greet. The birds that sing along its banks, The peacefulness of the trees, The chirps and peeps of little creatures, The sound of the gentle breeze. The sound of the water, As it tumbles and babbles away, The sound of its laughter, As it dances and plays. A small stream, a murmuring brook, A sound of delight and joy, It may be small, but its beauty, Is something to enjoy.
