The river flows with silent grace,
Through valleys deep and wide,
A mirror to the sky’s embrace,
Its secrets it won’t hide.

It carves the earth with gentle touch,
A path both old and new,
Reflecting stars that mean so much,
In waters clear and blue.

Whispers of the past it holds,
In currents swift and slow,
Stories of the young and old,
In every ebb and flow.

A journey endless, never still,
It carries dreams afar,
Through moonlit nights and sunlit hills,
A guiding, shining star.