Whispers of the River

Through hills and valleys, wild and free,
The river sings its melody.
A silver ribbon, swift and bright,
Dancing softly in the light.

It carves the stone, it shapes the land,
A painter with a steady hand.
It whispers secrets to the trees,
And carries wishes to the seas.

Its waters tell of times long past,
Of kings and dreams that couldn’t last.
It knows the echoes of the dawn,
Of battles fought, of love long gone.

It greets the birds, it feeds the earth,
It watches springtime give new birth.
With every bend, a tale unfolds,
Of ancient paths and stories told.

No chains can hold, no path too steep,
The river dreams, yet never sleeps.
Through moonlit nights and golden days,
It finds its course in endless ways.

Oh, flowing heart, so bold, so wise,
A mirror of the changing skies.
Forever moving, yet so true,
A journey old, yet ever new.