The river flows, a ceaseless song,
We bend to drink, where we belong.
Though waters rush, a constant churn,
The riverbed, the lessons learned,

Remain unchanged, a guiding truth,
We sip anew, in seasoned youth.
The taste may shift, with the heart's tide,
But to the source, we still confide.

Twice dipped, the cup, yet ever new,
We drink, ourselves, forever true.
The river sings, a constant hum,
We are the same, yet overcome.