Hopes Down the River

With the trees, I flow,

Down with the river that runs dry

To the secrets held in its every branch

I create one more

Whispering in the wind it forms

The sentence down the stream

 

Picking up the fallen pedals

I reach for the last,

the definition of hope

Going home to create another,

and head back the next day

 

Author's Note

ignore punctuation problems

Reviews

[Perfect Mistake]

Ah mixing nature and emotions worked out well here, its short and simple and i like it that way. great work :3