Clarksville

In Clarksville's streets, whispers weave,

Where dreams and hopes softly breathe.

Underneath the maple trees' embrace,

Time slows down in this tranquil place.

Morning dew kisses the ground,

As sunlight dances, joy unbound.

In Clarksville's heart, stories unfold,

Of love, of loss, of tales untold.

With every step, echoes resound,

In Clarksville's symphony, profound.

Through bustling lanes or quiet lanes,