In the heart of the verdant grove,
Where the ancient trees stand tall,
Flows a river, calm and serene,
Whispering tales to all.

Its waters dance under the moonlight,
Reflecting a silvery glow,
Singing songs of yesteryears,
As they gently onward flow.

Beneath the canopy of stars,
The river’s path is clear,
Guiding wanderers and dreamers,
Through the night so dear.

In its depths lie secrets untold,
Stories of love and lore,
The river, a timeless poet,
Forever whispering more.