THE RIVER'S LAMENT.

I am the river, ancient and eternal,
Flowing through the heart of the land,
A ribbon of life, a pathway of dreams,
Carving my way through valleys and plains.

My waters shimmer in the sunlight,
A liquid tapestry reflecting the sky,
Each ripple a whisper of time,
Echoing the stories of those who have passed.

I was born from mountain springs,
Fed by the melting snows of winter,
A humble beginning, a trickle,
Growing into a force of nature.

I rush over rocks and pebbles,
Laughing and tumbling in my haste,
A youthful exuberance,
A dance of joy across the landscape.

I carry with me the secrets of the earth,
Minerals and sediments carried from afar,
A testament to the journey,
To the places I have seen and touched.

But beneath my surface lies a sorrow,
A quiet lament that echoes through the ages,
For I have witnessed the changing world,
The scars left by human hands.

Once, my banks were lined with forests,
Where trees stretched tall and proud,
Their roots anchored deep in my soil,
Their branches a canopy of life.

I was home to creatures of feather and fur,
Fish darting through my currents,
Otters playing in my shallows,
Birds nesting in the safety of my embrace.

But now, the forests are gone,
Replaced by fields of concrete and steel,
The roar of machinery drowning out
The songs of birds that once filled the air.

My waters run murky and polluted,
Choked with debris and waste,
A toxic reminder of the disregard,
The careless hand of progress.

I mourn for the lost habitats,
For the species driven to extinction,
For the delicate balance disrupted,
By the greed of those who do not understand.

I long for the days when I flowed freely,
When my waters were clean and clear,
When life thrived in abundance,
And harmony reigned between earth and sky.

Yet still, I continue my journey,
For I am the river, steadfast and true,
A witness to the passage of time,
A bearer of both joy and sorrow.

I carve canyons through stone,
A testament to my strength and determination,
A reminder that even in adversity,
Life finds a way to endure.

I weave through cities and towns,
A lifeline for those who depend on me,
A source of sustenance and renewal,
A giver of life in a world that often takes.

I am the river, flowing ever onward,
A symbol of resilience and hope,
A reminder of the power of nature,
And the fragility of the world we inhabit.

So heed my lament, O humanity,
Listen to the voice of the river,
For I speak for the earth,
For the creatures that call it home.

Protect me, cherish me, restore me,
For in my waters lies the key
To a future where rivers run free,
And the land and its people thrive once more.

I am the river, ancient and eternal,
Flowing through the heart of the land,
A ribbon of life, a pathway of dreams,
Carving my way through valleys and plains.

And though my lament may echo,
Through the ages and beyond,
I carry with me the hope,
That one day, harmony will be restored.

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