#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 river, it flows so fast and so cold
Dive right in, if you may be so bold
It is so beautiful, sparkling and clean
It can take you down, never to be seen

The water rages down its rock laden path
Watch your step, or you'll feel its wrath...