Beneath the ancient canopy, it winds,
A whispering river, soft and free.
Through valleys deep and mountains high,
It carves its tale, eternally.

In moonlit nights, it softly gleams,
A silver thread in nature’s seam.
With every ripple, secrets told,
Of ages past, and futures bold.

Along its banks, the willows weep,
Their branches kiss the waters deep.
The river sings a lullaby,
To every heart that passes by.

And as the sun begins to rise,
It sparkles with a thousand eyes.
The river flows, untamed and wild,
A timeless gift to earth’s sweet child.