Where Waters Weave Through Time's Embrace
Where Genesee's waters weave through verdant ground,
And ancient valleys cradle morning's light,
The river's song, a soft and sacred sound,
Flows gently past the meadows, green and bright.
Here willows bend to kiss the current's face,
While limestone cliffs stand sentinel and tall,
Each season paints this tranquil, timeless place
With colors that both humble and enthrall.
The mist that rises from the water's breast
Speaks stories of the countless years gone by,
When Native footsteps blessed this hallowed rest,
Beneath the same unchanging, azure sky.
In Genesee's embrace, the soul finds peace,
Where beauty's reign shall never decrease.