WaterVyper

Yes, this will be my first poem. I have a little problem with the structure in the first verse, because the fourth line is too short. I can't think of ...

here in this illustrous grove grows a silver tree right now a little sapling tender from a seed inside of me and then the winds of change shall whisper wondrous ...

Time Time is a river, Constantly on the move. Turning and gushing, Surging and rushing. Time is a wheel, No beginning, no end. Turning and spinning, From end to beginning. ...