The sun has set, and yet it glows,
A warmth that lingers, softly flows.
The stars appear, a quiet choir,
Yet still, the sky holds daylight’s fire.

The river winds through rock and hill,
Its restless course unbroken still.
Yet in its depths, a silence dwells,
A story whispered, yet it tells.

The heart is tired, the road is long,
Yet it beats on, steady, strong.
Through every tear, through every sigh,
Yet hopes arise; they never die.

The seed lies buried, dark, unseen,
Yet dreams of fields, of endless green.
In frozen ground, in shadows set,
The world begins anew—and yet.

So here we stand, on edges thin,
The past behind, the now within.
Yet every breath, a step unknown,
Yet every step, a path we've grown.