Beneath the ancient willow’s shade,
The river whispers secrets old and wise,
It carries tales of yesteryears,
In its gentle, endless glide.

Through mountains tall and valleys deep,
It weaves a path both bold and meek,
A mirror to the sky above,
Reflecting clouds, the sun, and love.

Upon its banks, where flowers bloom,
It sings a song of life anew,
A symphony of nature’s grace,
In every ripple, every trace.

And as it journeys to the sea,
It gathers dreams of you and me,
A testament to time’s embrace,
Forever flowing, finding place.