In the cradle of dawn’s gentle light,
Streams weave tales of ancient lore,
Murmuring secrets of the night,
As they kiss the verdant shore.

Cascades dance with joyous grace,
Reflecting hues of sky and tree,
In every ripple, a fleeting trace,
Of nature’s art, wild and free.

The river sings a timeless song,
A melody of life and flow,
Carrying dreams and hopes along,
To lands where only water knows.

Beneath the moon’s watchful gaze,
Waters whisper soft and low,
In their depths, a gentle maze,
Where all of life’s mysteries grow.