The rivulet caressingly moves through the banks

While the brooks ebbs through the meadows

The river moves through the rocks

While the veins in my heart flows

There are highs and lows

Like the enchanting valleys

Or the mountains with dust of snows

 

I want a life like nature

Purposeful and serene

But the blood veins of my heart get stuck

And my bones are gettting lean

And I feel sickly with a face that’s green

I need destiny once again

A hope that’s rising like I’ve never seen

(C) Carly Wiggins 2018

Daily word prompt:

Rivulet