#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 breath the cools the stream,
Holds a never ending breeze,
Animals seek to quench their thirst,
They won't ever forgo this source,
Trees nearby grow happy with no tax,
They prove shade for the thirsty to relax,
This river that flows down hill,
Provides life, love and happiness.