The Flowing Purpose
#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...
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...