Born of distant mountains, where rainbows kiss the stone,
The Nile begins its journey, ancient and alone.
Through desert sands it carves a path of liquid jade,
A silver ribbon winding through the sun-baked glade.

It carries secrets from the heart of Africa’s dark,
Past pharaohs’ tombs and pyramids, it leaves its mark.
The crocodile basks on banks of mud so deep,
While papyrus reeds in silent vigil keep.

Cradle of a civilization, mother of the land,
It flooded with precision, then withered by command.
The silt it left behind made deserts bloom and thrive,
Gave Egypt life itself, a gift to help survive.

The feluccas drift like ghosts across its placid face,
Reflecting stars that mirror time and endless space.
Along its banks the stories of millennia are told,
In hieroglyphs and myths, in silver and in gold.

Modern cities rise beside its timeless flow,
The Cairo skyline where ancient spirits go.
Yet still the Nile remains, unchanged in its design,
A river of the gods, both sacred and divine.

It flows to meet the Mediterranean at last,
Its journey ending where the sea holds it fast.
But in its waters, Egypt’s soul will ever be,
The eternal Nile, for all the world to see.