In the embrace of time, the river carves its tale—
Pilgrim to the ocean's heart, seeker of infinity.
Each drop, a universe; each eddy, a revolution—
What power lies hidden in flowing whispers?
To crystallize—a paradox of permanence,
Yet in ice, truth warms, silent, steadfast,
Reflecting the dance of molecules beyond perception,
Forever fluid in their crystalline prison.
From the womb of waters, burgeoning forms arise—
Stark clarity in glacial dormancy,
A mirror to the transitory, speckled with dreams,
The river remembers, even as it forgets.
Is power rightly harnessed, or simply diverted?
Paths of the bramble, woven with the river's thread,
Call from the depths—shall its voice be our compass?