#WritcoPoemPrompt6
The river that flows down the hill,
Is never able to be a moment still,
The rocks and pebbles at it's edge,
Lie as steady as the dead,
The phytoplankton within, thrives in peace,
It shelters and keep aquatic life at ease.
It moves and shout out at its peak,
That meanders down and never be at break.



© Neegyal