Silent Tides
Reflection
On the still waters, three souls drift,
Their oars a rhythm, their hearts a beat.
In the quiet of the river, they find their voice,
A symphony of effort and resolve.
Their hats, a shield against the sun,
Their faces, a canvas of resilience.
The red boat, a vessel of hope,
Carries them through the unknown.
In their hands, the oars become a staff,
Guiding them through the currents of life.
Their journey is not just across the water,
But through the depths of their own souls.
Silent Tides, a whisper of strength,
A testament to the human spirit's enduring grace.