The river runs through silent years
It carries laughter salt and tears
No wave returns the way it came
Each drop recalls its hidden name
We chase the light forget the bend
Yet every curve returns again
The farthest path becomes the start
As time draws circles through the heart
The stones below are old and wise
They mirror truth without disguise
To flow is strength to yield is grace
To know your depth —your truest place
Let currents write what words conceal
No step is lost no wound unreal
Each drop that leaves each journey lends
Becomes the sea where memory ends