#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 herbs and shrubs near by,
Seems to be feeling so shy,
The trees that are around ,
Holds the soil to the ground.
The animals hang out ,
This is what's nature's true love about,
The beauty of this scene,
Would be liked by every teen,
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.

© SCH