The river flows, a silver thread, Weaving through the fabric of the land, Its voice a melody, sweet and constant, Reflecting skies, dreams, and the passing of time.
Beneath its surface, life dances, Fish darting in a balletic swirl, The soft kiss of the water, A caress that carries secrets, Stories untold, drifting downstream.
On its banks, the flowers bloom, Bright hues in vibrant contrast, A canvas painted with nature’s hand, Each petal a brushstroke of beauty, Each stem a testament to hope.
- Umberto Saba