Beneath the canopy of whispering woods,
The river flows with gentle grace,
Carving paths through ancient stories,
A mirror to the sky’s embrace.

Its waters dance in sunlight’s gleam,
A tapestry of dreams untold,
Singing songs of distant lands,
In murmurs soft and bold.

Through golden fields it winds its way,
Embracing earth with tender touch,
A life-giving thread in nature’s weave,
Binding all in its gentle clutch.

At twilight’s hush, it finds the sea,
Where river’s end and ocean’s start,
A union of the heart’s deep longing,
A timeless work of art.