#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,
This is...life ,
let go...or make your , existence..count,
The seed, that has been buried..,
deep...down ,
Needs to grow , Needs to be..giving ,
And... forgiving..,
Knowing, the fact..of being burned,
Or being...cut down,
This is...life ,
let go...or make your, existence..count,
The free.. little bird,
Flies, through the Jungle,
through the cities ,
through the villages,
And , every possible places,
Flaunting...her freedom ,
despite, the fear...of being..caged,
This is...life ,
let go...or make your, existence..count,
The bright sun, rises...
with the, arrival of dawn..,
Giving it's..light, waking the world,
Knowing the, truth of...,
being..down..by the evening ,
This is...life ,
let go...or make your, existence..count,
A beautiful, little flower,
Stands gracefully, with her petals up ,
Adding..to the view ,
despite, the fear..of being plucked,
This is...life ,
let go...or make your, existence..count,
We meet strangers, become friends,
We trust , We love...,
Build house , live dreams ,
Knowing.. nothing Lasts.. forever..,
Still..we sleep off...the night ,
hoping , to smell, a cup of...,
freshly brewed... coffee ,
as soon as , the sun... is up ,
This is...life ,
Let go...or make your, existence count.
© pmurmu