"This place, this place, Oh! How fond I am of thee!
Where your freedom has no bounds and you always care to speak.
What words do you say? Pray tell, what shall you say to we?
Our conversations are always grand, down at Whispering Creek.
How has thou been? Cheerful as ever, it seems.
We can easily tell by the merry flow of thy streams.
But nay, I am the one now, who appears distressed.
That is why I came to you, for you, listen the best.
The ponies of Equestria seem to bask in Tia's light.
But always sleep through, my beautiful blue night.
What am I to do, Creek? What am I not doing right?
Why, O' Why, do ponies sleep through my nice nights?
Not fair, I say! I have done wrong by no pony.
But why then, dear friend, are my nights so lonely?
They prefer my sister, I thought we were both loved fairly?
My nights are cold and motionless, while her days are very merry.
Oh Creek, my friend, you listen so very well.
I entrust this truth to you, for I know, you will not tell.
I am jealous of my sister, I cannot deny what is true.
Others favor her, Oh Creek! Please tell, what am I to do?
I come to seek guidance, and your wisdom is what I plead.
Pray tell, my friend, what is it that we truly need?"
The creek flowed merrily still, yet calming at the sound.
It was then Luna realized the peace there she found.
The whispers it spoke, the words put her at ease.
Soft running water, the being whispered of peace.
"Thou art right, perhaps, I have been seeing all wrong.
Unfortunately our time Is up, I must prepare for the dawn.
Thank you dear friend, for we needed to vent.
Perhaps there is hope for the Princess of Night yet.
We thank you for the wisdom and peace that you speak
And cannot wait until our next visit to The Whispering Creek."
