River Whispers: The Romance of the River (P

In the bowels of the earth, in its deep secrets,

Rises the river, a liquid lute of restless dreams.

Its singing waters, mirrors of daylight,

Flow serene and wild, in a dance without measure.

From the high peaks of snow-capped mountains,

The river is born with whispering verses that move the soul.

It springs in the embrace of rock and wet earth,

A liquid poem that always seduces and silks the heart.

Under the kiss of the sun, its current dances and shines,

Captivating glances with its simple beauty,

Reflects clouds and trees in its crystalline mirror,

Like a moving canvas, an art divine.

In its tireless flow, it embraces towns and prairies,

Bringing life and hope to all the riverbanks.

Birds dance on its banks with joyful song,

And flowers awaken with its water, A gift of celebrated bounty.

But it also wakes in fury, on stormy days,

When the waters rise and become violent.

The river rages, roaring with unbridled passion,

Breaking its confines in an uncontrolled dance.

Throughout the years, its current persists,

Silent witness of stories, of loves and sad farewells.

Its waters bear witness to life flowing like a dream,

While the seasons change, its eternal song is a design.

Walkers and dreamers, poets and lovers,

Find on its shore inspiration, in every instant.

The river is a mirror of time, reflecting history,

Carrying with it the memories of each soul in its path.

And so, the river continues, an eternal journey of waters and whispers,

Weaving its tale, without pause, between its edges and murmurs.

An infinite poem, a song that never ends,

The river, an eternal romance, in its waters unravels.

(Made partially by AI)