Beneath the silver moon’s embrace,
The river whispers tales of old,
Of journeys carved through time and space,
In currents bright and bold.

The gentle hum of water’s song,
A lullaby to night’s soft glow,
Where dreams and echoes both belong,
In endless waves they flow.

Each droplet tells a story true,
Of mountains, valleys, skies so wide,
United in their endless blue,
A universe in stride.

So let us sit by water’s edge,
And listen to its timeless lore,
As rivers dance upon the ledge,
Their secrets to explore.