In the hush of morning light, she flows,
A gentle whisper through the silent trees.
Her path a mystery, where only she knows,
Guiding dreams beneath the gentle breeze.

Like silver threads across the earth she weaves,
In rivers bold and oceans deep and wide.
Her laughter echoes in the rustling leaves,
A timeless dance with every changing tide.

In raindrops soft, her tender kisses fall,
On thirsty lands and fields of golden grain.
She speaks in storms, her voice a mighty call,
Yet soothes with calm in gentle summer rain.

Oh, water’s song, a melody divine,
In every drop, a world of life unfolds.
Her endless journey, pure and crystalline,
A tale of wonder that forever holds.