#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,
It never looks back ,
It just keep it's flow,
It accompanies those who wants to flow with it,
It makes it's way big or small to keep flow,
So, actually it's not flowing down but flowing forward always and making it's own ways.
© melon 27