Beneath the canopy of ancient trees,
Where sunlight dances, and shadows tease,
A river whispers secrets old,
In murmurs soft, its tales unfold.
Through valleys deep and meadows wide,
It carves its path, a gentle guide,
Reflecting skies of azure hue,
A mirror to the heavens, true.
Stones polished by its tender touch,
Speak of time and life’s soft clutch,
It sings a song of journeys far,
Of moonlit nights and morning star.
Oh, river wild, yet calm and free,
You carry dreams to the boundless sea,
A symbol of life’s ceaseless flow,
In your embrace, all stories grow.