#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,

But the water rushes on ahead,
With a purpose that cannot be led,
It cuts its way through the land,
And carves a path with its gentle hand.

The river flows with grace and might,
A symbol of nature's constant fight,
Against the forces that try to hinder,
Its journey to the vast seas and rivers.

Its currents may change with the season,
But the river never loses its reason,
To flow and nourish the earth,
Bringing life to all from its birth.

So let us learn from this river's tale,
To never lose sight of our own trail,
And flow with purpose, strong and true,
Just like the river, always renew.


© 𝓚.𝓖𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓪𝓭