The Sky Remembers

 

The Sky Remembers

The sky remembers every dawn,
Each whispered light the night has drawn.
A silver thread, a golden flame,
Yet every sunrise feels the same—
And somehow new, and somehow near,
A promise carved from fleeting years.

The river hums a secret song,
It carries both the weak and strong.
No stone, no leaf, no step is still,
It bends, it breaks, it bends at will.
And yet its current always knows
The sea awaits where all streams go.

So let your spirit, bold and true,
Take root in earth, drink morning dew.
For life is brief, but vast, and wide—
A shifting tide we learn to ride.
The sky remembers, so will you,
The stars you chased, the dreams you drew.