Life moves like a stream through stone,

Winding paths it carves with grace,

Whispers lost, yet not alone,

Time reflects on water’s face.

Moments drift like leaves in flight,

Some held close, some swept away,

Still the current, bold and bright,

Carries dreams from day to day.

Rough the bends, and deep the blue,

Soft the ripples near the shore,

What we chase and what is true

Merge and part forevermore.

In its song, both joy and ache,

Flow as one, both clear and wide—

Life, a stream we cannot fake,

Only learn to swim inside.