River of Resolve

In the flowing waters, a line is drawn, A testament to courage, a story born. The crowd watches, a silent, solemn sea, As those in yellow vests stand, resolute and free. The river's force, a challenge to abide, A barrier to breach, a path to provide. The trees stand tall, bare and unadorned, Witnesses to the scene, their branches scorned. The sky above, a somber, grayish hue, A reflection of the mood, both old and new. The water's edge, a boundary to defend, A line of duty, a story to amend. In this moment, a tale of human will, A narrative of strength, against the current's chill.