#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

Passes through the shuddered ground
Flows in valley with a healing sound,
The rough surface shines again
Let shrubs and bushes their life regain.

Soothing shelter for aquatic being
often create a bubble ring
The fish that swims to the bay
Thanks the river on the way.

Calmly flows down the hill
Serves the sages in auspicious drill
Makes its' way to reach the sea
It's a beautiful creation of thee.
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