The Chronicles of a River's Flow

The Chronicles of a River's Flow In winding paths, I find my way Through mountains high, and valleys gray I flow, a force, both strong and free A chronicler, of history My source, a spring, of pure delight A trickle small, that grows with night I gather strength, as I flow along A story teller, of a journey long I've seen the rise, of civilizations grand And watched as empires, crumbled to the sand I've felt the touch, of seasons' gentle hand And heard the whispers, of a ancient land My waters wide, have borne the weight Of dreams and hopes, of countless fate I've carried seeds, of new beginnings' might And washed away, the sorrows of the night In my depths, lie secrets untold Of a world above, and a world below I've seen the beauty, of a sunset's glow And felt the fury, of a storm's wild blow

My flow, a rhythm, both constant and true A chronicle, of a journey anew I wind and turn, through the landscape wide A river's tale, of a story inside Through forests dark, and canyons deep I've carved my path, in a journey to keep I've seen the wonders, of a world untamed And heard the silence, of a wilderness reclaimed My waters pure, have quenched the thirst Of creatures wild, and travelers first I've carried the memories, of a bygone day And washed away, the sorrows of the fray In my flow, a story's told Of a river's journey, young and old A chronicle of wonder, of a world so grand A river's tale, of a journey through the land.