#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 sky that watching from far,
doesn't know about painful war,
Birds saw a calmy scene,
came to know it's an alive mean.

There comes the creepy climbers,
gave lively motion to these deadly dimblers.
Though the...