Beneath the sunlit canopy, it flows,
A silver thread through emerald dreams,
Whispering tales from ancient eaves,
A journey marked by time and leaves.

The river sings to stones and trees,
Of days gone by and mysteries,
Carving paths through earth and lore,
Unveiling secrets on every shore.

In moonlit nights, it gently glides,
Reflecting stars and cosmic tides,
A mirror to the endless skies,
Where dreams of old and new arise.

Through seasons’ change and winds’ embrace,
It carries life and time’s own grace,
A river’s journey never ends,
A timeless friend, where nature blends.