In silent streams, where whispers flow,
A tale of life begins to grow.
Crystal-clear, it journeys wide,
Through valleys deep and mountains high.

It dances in the morning light,
A symphony of pure delight.
From gentle rains to roaring seas,
It nourishes both land and trees.

With every drop, a story told,
Of ancient times and legends bold.
It carves the earth with gentle grace,
Leaving marks time can’t erase.

Oh water, source of life and dream,
In every form, you reign supreme.
From calmest brook to wildest tide,
Your beauty, we cannot hide.