Whispers of the Soul

Wilderness

The Journey of a River

From snow-capped peaks where the wild winds sing,
A river awakens, a delicate thing.
It tumbles and dances, a sparkling stream,
Winding through valleys, like a waking dream.

With every cascade, it carves through the stone,
Whispering secrets in a voice all its own.
It weaves through the forest, a glistening thread,
Cradling life in its arms as it flows ahead.

It gathers the raindrops that fall from the skies,
Nurturing blossoms and creatures that rise.
In meadows of green, where the wildflowers sway,
The river gives life to the world on its way.

Through canyons and valleys, it twists and it turns,
A mirror reflecting where the sun softly burns.
Fish dart through its depths, while the deer come to drink,
Each moment a story, each ripple a link.

As it courses through fields, it swells with delight,
Embracing the dusk, and the soft fading light.
The moon's silver glow casts a shimmer so bright,
Guiding the river on its journey of night.

Through villages quaint, it whispers and calls,
Binding the hearts of the people in thralls.
With laughter and sorrow, their tales it will hold,
A witness to memories, both tender and bold.

Finally, it reaches the ocean's embrace,
Where currents collide in a wild, swirling race.
Yet even in stillness, its spirit remains,
Flowing through dreams like the softest of rains.

Thus, the journey continues, a circle of life,
From mountain to ocean, through joy and through strife.
For a river is more than just water that flows;
It's a lifeline, a heartbeat, where nature bestows.