#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 river with her gentle touch,
Makes them alive by splashing on,
And whispering as she gushes along,
Taking away those memories,
To distant shores on her way,
Gifting those sands of wisdom, ...