Beneath the canopy of ancient trees,
The river whispers its timeless song,
Carving paths through the heart of earth,
A gentle force, forever strong.

It carries tales of distant lands,
Of mountains kissed by morning light,
Reflecting skies in endless dance,
A mirror to the stars at night.

Upon its banks, the seasons change,
Leaves descend in autumn’s grace,
While spring adorns its edge with blooms,
Life’s eternal, rhythmic pace.

The river flows, a guiding thread,
Through valleys deep and plains so wide,
A witness to the passage of time,
In its depths, stories abide.