In the gentle curve of the river’s embrace,
Whispers of history in its endless race.
Through valleys and forests, it weaves its tale,
A timeless traveler, in rain or gale.

The sun’s golden glow paints its surface bright,
Reflecting dreams in the quiet of night.
Ripples dance softly to a breeze’s touch,
A symphony of silence, saying so much.

Its banks hold secrets of lives long past,
Stories of love, where shadows are cast.
Nature’s mirror, in its depths so clear,
Cradling the world, drawing it near.

As seasons change, so does its flow,
A testament to time, steady and slow.
The river sings with a voice of grace,
A gentle reminder of our own place.