The river flows, yet stays the same,
A winding path, a whispered name.
It carves the stone, yet bends with ease,
No need to fight, no need to seize.
The wind may howl, the storms may rise,
Yet stars still shine in endless skies.
What bends survives, what breaks is gone,
The night must pass to bring the dawn.
So let life flow, let burdens light,
No need to chase, no need to fight.
For time will take, and time will give,
And all we have—is now, to live.