An elegant river cascading forward, With meanders ahead disordered. Approaching a lush delta upfront, Blending in the sea triumphant.
The flowing water is to remember at the end, The whispering of the winds that descend. Each leaf that it gently rustled, Each wave that it gently rippled.
The symphony of the melodies echoed, As the riverine path narrowed. Yet it was, an elegant river cascading forward, With meanders ahead disordered.
Even the paths of rivers are never perfectly straight.