In the whispers of the breeze, her essence dances, soft and consistent, weaving through the tapestry of existence with resilient grace. Connected to the universe's rhythm yet distant in her mystery, she is both fiercely independent and crudely dependent, a paradox of strength and vulnerability.

Her presence, a melody to the thirsty soul, quenching their longing with the sweet nectar of her being, yet a cacophony to the prisoner, a reminder of freedom's elusive touch.

Her flow, divine to the wanderer, guiding their steps along the path of discovery, yet a rapier to the mountain, cutting through its stoic silence with her relentless pursuit of truth and beauty.

Patience and gratitude guiding our way, the goal is to be like the river, in whose flow serenity sways. 💙

*picture is from Pintrest*