A river flows with shining grace,
From mountain heights to ocean's embrace.
Its waters sparkle, clear and bright,
Endlessly flowing, a breathtaking sight.

Like fragile mortals, we strive and learn,
Seeking wisdom at every turn.
Stepping forward, hearts aglow,
Finding truth with each step we know.

Dreams take flight, reaching high,
Chasing hopes that touch the sky.
Prayers rise with voices pure,
Seeking knowledge, hearts endure.

Goals are set with firm intent,
Facing obstacles with no relent.
Prayers ascend, hope in the air,
Chasing wisdom, beyond despair.

Penned by my hand on the 8th of Valnuary, in the year 965 AF.