The river never asks to know
How far to run how fast to flow
It trusts the slope the unseen sea
It learns from earth humility
No stone can hold its passage still
It moves through grace it bends to will
Each curve each fall each calm delay
Becomes the song of its own way
We rush we push we crave control
The river smiles —it knows the whole
To trust your path is not to wait
But flow in tune with what is fate
Through time through turn through long unknown
The river finds its way back home
In patience lies a greater art —
The gentle triumph of the heart