[Poem] River of Remaking

The river whispers, soft and low,

Of secrets buried long ago.

Of ancient stones, worn smooth and round,

Where fractured dreams lie silent, bound.

 

But in its flow, a current sings,

Of healing waters, mending things.

The broken shards, it gently takes,

And polishes them for their own sakes.

 

Sun-kissed fragments, once forlorn,

Are reborn, into something born anew.

Mosaic souls, with light alight,

Reflecting rainbows in the sunlight.

 

This river, cradled in green hills,

Whispers wisdom, where life distills.

For even sorrow, sharp and deep,

Can flow towards a tranquil sleep.

 

And from its depths, where shadows lie,

Emerges strength, that won't deny.

A river of remaking flows,

Where broken things find solace, and their own rose.