Each Nothing Is Always Something Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Each nothing is always something
And so it is always doing
It gives you the thought that it'll bring
Without needing further proving
What truth is to live in right?
Or mountains are made from stones
Every bird has its wings for its flight
And each tongue its own kind of tones

That love can from love all grow
Is yet another to think more about
And if you feel that you this already know
Then don't hesitate or be in a doubt
Show courage and never its fear
How all such things should be coming along
Because though some thoughts are further than near
Your heart is always in a love to long

Welcome every seeing that will find
Where summer is coming in young spring
And leaving the winter ways behind
For new heart to begin again to sing
Where milestones are raising the fills
In sightseeing joys and in their giving
Where blossoms shall come on the hills
Where love and the rightful are living

And tongues of hate will be worthless voice
In the joyfully breezy on blowing
For broken are those worthless decoys
That nowhere was always going
And now there is dream to a dream to fly
On to tickling the new leaves
And opening up the sunshine sky
For love has had enough of winter grieves