"The river crossing sinks, and my heart finds no peace.
Countless sails pass by, while I alone am trapped in a boat."
A sunken boat is never an obstacle, only a mark left by the past.
A sick tree is not a dead end, only a prelude to new life.
The obsessions that hold us back
will one day, along the road ahead,
become the wind beneath a thousand sails and spring for ten thousand trees.
Written by SKYSEVEN
Written on February 2, 2026
Theme: Develop Vigorously
