In whispers gentle as the breeze,
The river winds through ancient trees,
A tapestry of liquid grace,
Reflecting skies, its mirrored face.

Beneath the moon’s soft silver glow,
It sings a song of long ago,
The tales of lands it once embraced,
In currents deep, its stories traced.

Through valleys wide and mountains high,
It journeys forth beneath the sky,
A ribbon of unending flow,
Where dreams of time and nature grow.

With every bend, a secret keeps,
In shadows where the willow weeps,
A river’s heart, forever free,
In endless dance to reach the sea.