In the quiet dawn, the river speaks,
A gentle hymn, the earth it seeks.
Through valleys deep and mountains high,
Its liquid voice does magnify.

Beneath the sun’s warm, golden glow,
The currents dance, they ebb and flow.
A tale of time in each small wave,
From ancient springs to ocean’s grave.

The clouds above in silent grace,
Reflect the water’s tender face.
A mirror to the skies so vast,
Where whispered dreams of life are cast.

Oh, sacred stream, your journey’s long,
A ceaseless, ever-flowing song.
In every drop, a world anew,
The endless pulse of life, so true.