Under the moon’s gentle embrace,
The river whispers secrets of old,
Carving paths through time’s own face,
In stories of currents bold.
With each ripple, dreams are cast,
Dancing in the moonlit gleam,
Memories flow, forever vast,
In the river’s eternal stream.
Seasons change, yet it remains,
A guardian of nature’s lore,
Through sun and storm, love and pains,
It carries tales from shore to shore.
And as the dawn begins to rise,
The river sings its morning song,
A timeless dance beneath the skies,
Where hearts and waters both belong.