Beneath the sun’s warm, golden rays,
The river whispers tales of days,
Of ancient times and distant lands,
Its journey traced in silken sands.

The water dances, pure and free,
Reflecting skies of azure sea,
It sings a song of endless grace,
A mirror of the world’s embrace.

Through valleys deep and mountains high,
It carves its path, a lullaby,
With every ripple, wave, and crest,
It carries dreams upon its breast.

The river’s voice, a soft refrain,
In sun and storm, in joy and pain,
A timeless dance, a fluid rhyme,
It weaves the fabric of our time.