Answer:
Hope you like it, remember, not all poems have to rhyme exactly
Step-by-step explanation:
The stream of the water flows,
The wind whispers in the little boys ears,
The flowers bloom around in a peaceful forest,
With the little ones feet dipped in the nice fresh water
As like when the little boy does every day as a child,
He sits down and thinks of his memories and
He sings his favourite tune,
i will grow, i will stand, i will live, die and fly
Every day repeated, over and over again.
Same song, same place, same stream
Years and years past gone by
His long braid reaches in the water
And looks in the reflection of himself
Old and gray and sings his very last
I will grow, i will stand, i will live, die and fly
Like a bird in the sky he adds on the last breath