She Moves Like Rivers

She Moves Like Rivers" She moves like the sky at the break of morn, Bathed in gold, where silence is born, A hush of light on the canvas wide— The breath of heaven, stretched and dyed. With every glance, she carves the air, A waltz of clouds in windswept hair, And stars retreat where her gaze might land, Touched by the hush of a gentle hand. Her beauty oh! it sings in tides, In the ocean's song where wonder hides. Like salt-kissed winds and roaring blue, She stirs the depths and draws them through. A siren’s hymn, both fierce and kind, The swell and sigh of the ocean mind, Her laughter breaks on coral shores, Where time forgets what it adores. She walks in grace like the Nile flows, Through ancient lands where lotus grows, Bearing the pulse of ages past, A quiet queen, regal and vast. She nurtures life with fingers deep, Through sands that dream, through fields that weep. Temples bow to her sacred stream— She is the muse of Pharaoh's dream. And oh, the Amazon in her stride! A thousand veins, a verdant tide, She dances wild where thunder sings, A forest soul with emerald wings. Her footsteps spark the pulse of trees, She speaks in rain, she hums with bees. In tangled roots and jeweled