#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 grass wetted by the river,
are about to shiver,
No matter what the river is at its highs,
without caring about all the cries,
The moment it combines with the sea,
the river is able to see it's peak,
The river that flows down the hill,
is never able to be a moment still...
-PraptiSharma