Flowing gently, a whisper in the breeze,
The river dances, weaving through the trees.
Over stones and under moonlit skies,
A timeless voyage, where secrets lie.
Its waters murmur tales of old,
Of ancient lands where stories are told.
Carving paths through earth and sand,
A silent witness to natureâs hand.
Seasons change, yet it remains,
A constant force through joys and pains.
Reflecting skies of azure blue,
And stormy nights when tempests brew.
In its depths, a world unseen,
Life abounds in shades of green.
The river flows, an endless stream,
A living dream within a dream.