Song Of Flowing Rivers

Rivers whisper as they flow,

Carrying we’ll never know;

From mountain peaks they find their way,

Through winding paths, both night and day.

They kiss the stones , they shape the land,

With patient touch , a gentle hand;

Through forest green and valleys wide,

They sing to earth as they guide.

A mirror of sky , so clear and deep,

Holding secrets they softly keep;

Endless journey , wild yet wise,

Rivers move under open skies.