A river moves within me,
silent yet unyielding.
It bends around stone,
softens the sharpest edge,
and sings to the earth it nourishes.

No wall can contain it,
no dam can silence its course.
Even in drought,
its memory remains—
a whisper of rain,
a promise of return.

I am this river,
endless, eternal,
carrying fragments of sky
to the ocean of becoming.