Through valleys green and meadows wide,
A river winds, a gentle guide,
It whispers soft to fields and trees,
And dances with the morning breeze.
It curves past homes with weathered stone,
Where laughter spills and love is sown,
The children play along its shore,
As sunlight glimmers, evermore.
With each bend, it tells a tale,
Of quiet nights and summer’s hail,
The fishermen cast their lines with care,
While willow branches brush the air.
It mirrors skies, both bright and gray,
Reflecting dreams that drift away,
And in its flow, a timeless grace,
A bond that time cannot erase.
Oh, river sweet, with heart so true,
You carry life, both old and new,
In your embrace, the village thrives,
A sacred thread where all survives.

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