The Quiet Flow Within

A forest stream, now cold and deep. Where little fish in stillness sleep beneath the icy crystal tide. Does water turn so cold in sight? This secret that the winters keep. But deep below where waters glide, a gentle pulse, a soulful tide. The quiet flow, a hidden song where inner feelings softly rise. Will spring return with vibrant cheer to melt the frost, to banish fear? Will hidden life burst forth anew like waking dreams, fresh and true? Yes, inner feelings softly rise. A clear heart, a silent paradise.