Upon the rocks, it dances, gleaming bright,
A symphony of whispers in the night.
From mountain peaks to valleys low,
The endless journey of water’s flow.
Beneath the sunâs warm, golden light,
It glimmers, sparkles, ever so slight.
A mirror to the skies above,
Reflecting peace, reflecting love.
In tranquil lakes, it finds repose,
A silent hymn, a calm it shows.
Yet in the storm, it roars with might,
A force of nature, pure and bright.
Through time and space, it carves its way,
A timeless dance, both night and day.
The whispering melody of flowing streams,
A song of life, of hopes and dreams.