In the river's gentle flow,

Memories drift, to and fro.

Whispers of time, carried away,

In the currents of yesterday.

Like leaves upon the stream,

Dreams fade, as if in a dream.

Worries washed by nature's hand,

In the soft embrace of sand.

Each ripple a fleeting sigh,

As moments pass, bidding goodbye.

Yet in the cleanse of the tide,

New horizons begin to abide.

Washed away, but not in vain,

For from loss, new hopes attain.

In the river's ceaseless sway,

Life's journey finds its way.