River of Ascent

Upon the river's silvered breast, they row, A symphony of oars and hearts in tune. The forest whispers secrets, cloaked in mist, A mirror of their souls, both bold and true. Each stroke is a testament to will, to hope, A journey not of distance, but of time. The river flows, a path of endless change, Where past and future meet in every rhyme. The sky above, a canvas of soft hues, Reflects the dreams that burn within their eyes. They are not merely travelers on the stream, But seekers of the light that never dies. The river is their guide, their steadfast friend, A living force that carries them along. Through trials and through triumphs, they press on, For in the river's flow, they find their song. Oh, river of ascent, you bear their weight, Their burdens, fears, and dreams in your embrace. You are the pulse of life, the rhythm of time, A testament to courage, hope, and grace.