In the cradle of the ancient hills, it starts,With a gentle murmur that breaks the dawn,The river carves its way through time,Caressing stones with whispers of the past.

The sunlit waters dance and gleam,Reflecting dreams of skies so vast,In every ripple, a story unfolds,Of journeys taken, and secrets untold.

Through verdant valleys and shadowed glens,The river weaves its silver thread,Binding nature in a timeless embrace,With every bend, a new promise made.

As twilight descends, the river sighs,A melody of the moonlit night,Carrying echoes of the earth’s soft song,To the endless sea where it belongs.