#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,
Limping through them with poise and grace,
The undulating corners with water's pace,

These burbling rills harbour within,
A delightful life that has ever been,
Gaping at it puts all minds at peace,
And fills our...