Written by Anna Kung from Phillips Academy-Andover, Massachusetts, USA A silent river, ever wide, that carries all who step inside. Moments drift like fallen leaves, caught in winds that no one sees. It doesn’t pause; it doesn’t wait, for love or loss, for joy or fate. It heals, it steals, it fades, it grows: this mystery nobody knows. In childhood's laugh, in an elder's sigh, it whispers softly as years go by. It teaches gently, sometimes rough, that now is fleeting—never e
