#WritcoPoemPrompt6 #Wisdom #Peddles #Life #Stillness


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,
despite the water surging ahead.

Should life be like the running water,
never a moment still like the tidewater,
finding stillness amidst is dubitable.
But behold a moment and look,
aren't the pebbles doing those impossible?
Lying unmoving in the...