The Eternal Flow
In quiet hours before the dawn,
When stillness holds the world in thrall,
A song whispers soft and low,
A tale of water, ageless flow.
From mountain springs where echoes start,
To ocean depths where shadows part,
It dances through the valleys deep,
And in its arms, our secrets sleep.
A crystal tear on a newborn’s face,
A river’s path, a timeless grace,
Each drop a story, memory cast,
Of fleeting moments, held steadfast.
In clear depths, we seek to find,
Reflections of the restless mind,
A mirror of the soul’s own plea,
A whisper of what we yearn to be.
It carves through stone with patient might,
Turns barren land to fields of light,
A silent force, both fierce and kind,
A gentle touch, a fierce reminder.
When sorrow comes and tears must flow,
When hearts are heavy, winds blow cold,
Water is there, a soothing balm,
A tender touch, a calming calm.
Through storm and calm, through rise and fall,
It answers every echo’s call,
A witness to our plight so true,
A guide through night and morning dew.
So let us honor this sacred stream,
This endless gift, this living dream,
For in its flow, we find our grace,
A mirror to the human race.
