THE WINDING RIVER

The river winds, along the shore,

Its banks are lined, with reeds galore,

It flows with ease, without a sound,

A gentle stream, without a bound.

The river turns, a gentle bend,

Where cattails sway, in the wind,

The current flows, like a winding thread,

A tapestry, of the land ahead.

The river twists, a narrow pass,

Through trees and rocks, it rushes fast,

It weaves and winds, through the forest green,

A secret place, a hidden scene.

The river reaches, the open sea,

Where waves break, in majesty,

The river flows, into the vast,

With its journey, now at last.

The river's story now is done,

But its journey has just begun.

It will flow on, to lands unknown,

With a tale, that's all its own.