#WritcoPoemPrompt34

At the edge of the furthest mountain,
Between the valley and the lazy river,
Beyond the edge of the scented meadow,
I can see the hues painted by the setting sun...
I was alone with my myself
Questioning to the valley who was always standing with me...
To the river who always flowed with her laziness but never stopped herself because of obstacles...
I asked them ..
why they never stopped loving me..
why they are always with me when I needed..
why they always gave me so much peace ......