The eternal river

 A silver thread begins in the highland’s breast,

Born from the whisper of snow and cloud’s rest.

It tumbles through rocks with a youthful cry,

A mirror of freedom beneath the sky.

The river sings where silence once lay,

Carving the earth in a patient way.

Each drop a traveler, each wave a song,

Carrying time as it journeys along.

It gathers the rain, the mountain’s tears,

It carries the weight of forgotten years.

Villages bloom along its side,

Children laugh where the waters glide.

The river listens to secrets untold,

Stories of lovers, the timid, the bold.

It knows the roots of the willow’s bend,

It knows where beginnings and endings blend.

At dawn it shimmers with golden light,

At dusk it glows with a softer sight.

Moonbeams dance on its endless skin,

As stars above lean gently in.

The river teaches with every flow,

That strength is gentle, and peace may grow.

Though stones may block and storms may roar,

It finds its way, forever more.

And when it reaches the ocean wide,

It bows with grace, without pride.

For every end is a start anew,

And every current is tried and true.

O wandering river, vast and free,

You are the breath of earth’s memory.

Through every age, through joy and strife,

You are the heartbeat of all life.