Member Poem

Flowing gently, steadfast and sure,
The river sings its hymn.
Its waters tell of distant shores,
Of dusk, and days grown dim.

It twists through valleys deep and wide,
Through fields both lush and bare.
It carries stories carved in time,
Of love and fleeting care.

Each drop, a mirror of the past,
Reflects the sky above.
Each ripple whispers to the stones
A song of loss and love.

Yet, in its depths, a secret lies—
A truth both vast and small.
That every stream, like every life,
Returns to the source of all.

For rivers know no true demise,
No end to their ceaseless flow.
They blend with seas, with tears, with skies,
With all we yearn to know.