River’s Song Winding through the emerald woods, the river flows with gentle cheer, its laughter weaves through ancient hoods, a whisper sweet for all to hear.

Stone by stone, it carves its tale, a liquid brush on nature’s canvas, where sun and shadow weave a veil, the murmurs echo, alluring and grand.

Beneath the boughs, life swirls anew, a world of wonder, teeming, bright, with every ripple, stories accrue, a river’s song, pure and light.

• Thomas S P S Munch