By the river

[Keith]

Of blissful hours beside the brook
When autumn breeze the foliage shook
A seedpod falls to float downstream
bourne by the water keen and clean

Perhaps to reach a distant sea
via wooded banks and verdant lee
Yet soon to meet its journey’s end
grounded at the river’s bend

There to set its tender roots
At springtime force its own green shoots
And so its destiny, not sea feels like the meter is short could add not at sea
but to become a towering tree

To flourish where the river flows
and shed in turn its embryos
that spiral downwards to the flow
along the current fast and slow

To settle on the river’s bank
with others of its fledgling rank really like this line it makes my think of sycamor seeds with wings
Thus Nature’s cycle is assured
and river gazers never bored great end line ties back nicley to the start

All told a wonderfull tale from the river bank, I dont know enough about meters to be more constructive but others do. Thanks for the read. TOMH