Writers 
With gentle waves that dance and glide.
They sing a song so soft and clear,
A melody for all to hear.
From mountain tops where waters start,
They journey forth with nature’s heart.
Through forests green and meadows bright,
They sparkle underneath the light.
They carry stories, old and new,
Of ancient lands and skies of blue.
They kiss the banks and touch the shore,
Then onward travel evermore.
The fish swim freely in their streams,
While birds fly over like sweet dreams.
But sometimes rivers rise and roar,
Breaking through the village door.
Their mighty currents rush and sweep,
While frightened creatures hide and creep.
Yet rivers teach us how to flow,
Through changing seasons, high and low.
They never stop, they never stay,
But find their paths along the way.
O rivers, flowing wild and free,
You are the heart of land and sea.
May we protect your waters clear,
And keep your beauty always near.
For in your depths, the world can see,
The gift of life and harmony.
And as you journey toward the sea,
You whisper hope for you and me.
Rivers carry life through every land, nourishing communities, feeding animals, watering crops, and connecting distant places together.
