Listen to a Small Creek in the Woods

Sitting by the edge of the stream, I let my legs dangle just above the water’s surface, where the cool breeze carried the earthy scent of moss and pine. The water, crystal clear, flowed over smooth stones, creating a gentle gurgling sound that felt like nature’s whisper. I closed my eyes, and the sound of the stream enveloped me, rhythmic and steady, like a lullaby. Each ripple and splash seemed to dissolve any tension I had carried into these woods.
As the sun filtered through the canopy, casting soft patterns of light across the forest floor, I felt a profound sense of calm. The worries I had brought with me began to fade, absorbed by the steady hum of the water’s journey downstream. Time seemed to slow, and with every breath, the stream’s melody soothed my mind.
In that moment, sitting alone but never feeling lonely, I realized the world outside had become distant. All that existed was the flow of water and the stillness within me. The forest had a quiet wisdom, and the stream, in its simple song, reminded me to let go, to flow with the moment as effortlessly as the water on its timeless path.