Ode to the river, your gentle hand touches all that is dear, carrying whispers of what was, beckoning toward what will be. In your flow, I see my own, and in your depths, i am reminded: life is a journey, not a goal.
- Alice Walker
Ode to the river, your gentle hand touches all that is dear, carrying whispers of what was, beckoning toward what will be. In your flow, I see my own, and in your depths, i am reminded: life is a journey, not a goal.