Beauty Of This World Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Beauty of this world is not forever
It comes like spring - fullest of its days
Playful feeling like wind that never stays
A breeze in treetops inspiring clever
Each foliage way or precious stones from
Blossoms of seasons in tinctures free
The harp of summer that beauties shall strum
Come to gatherer a bouquet - a tree

Like a light of gold in the fulsome air
With plenty of substances for daybreak
The astounding forms of mysterious found
Feelings with touch in closeness quite near
For tempers of the spirit to uptake
When each to each is closely tied and bound