The Chronicles of a River's Flow
Reflections of a Journey Through Time

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.




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