#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,their pledge

To remain unchanged, while waters glide,
In constant flux, side by side,
Yet, in the river's ceaseless flow,
Lies a reflection, only nature knows,

Of the cycles of life, where change is key,
And transformation waits, patiently,
Like the river's voice, a gentle hush,
That whispers secrets, to the stones' still rush.