River’s Quiet Strength

A river does not rush to prove itself.
It simply flows — steady, patient, unwavering.
When rocks block its way, it doesn’t stop.
It finds a route around.

When the path dips low,
It now moves a bit slow
But then gathers strength
From solid ground.

And
it keeps moving ahead.

We can carry on, too.
Without force or hurry
Trusting the path,
Winding as it may be.

Like the river,
We are stronger than we think.
Keep moving.
Believe.

Trust in the Universe
There’s nothing to dread.