The NaPoWriMo suggestion today is alliteration.
Swift and smooth the river runs,
Buttercup-blazoned banks beside,
A golden hoard about my feet,
But all my wealth left with the tide.
I dip my hand into the stream,
In silk-smooth water solace seek,
A host of silver spangles catch,
But none tomorrow makes less bleak.
Swift and smooth the seasons run,
Spring then summer spin the years,
Blackbird’s song spills through the shade,
But not a note can stop my tears.