hills

River runs through hills and stone, Never stays, yet feels like home. Sings a song both wild and deep, Cradles dreams it wants to keep. Oh river, roll and never rest, Carving paths with nature’s best. Whispers low, then starts to roar, Tales of time from shore to shore. Skipping stones and drifting leaves, Cool beneath the weeping eaves. Carries light from moon and sun, Always moving, never done. Secrets flow in silver streams, Washing over thoughts and dreams. Follow where the water bends, Rivers know where journeys end.