A River Runs Through valleys deep and mountains high, A river winds, a silver thread, Its waters murmuring tales of old, Of time and change, Of life anew, A flow that carries whispers of stones, And echoes of creatures who drink, In nature’s script, The river writes, A journey unending, Through landscapes vast, A mirror of the sky, Reflecting clouds and dreams, Where life gathers, And flows like the current, Towards the embrace of the ocean.

• Mario Carli