End Of The Day Poem by Peter S. Quinn

At end of the day
I am still here
In its many play
Of life everywhere
Dreams going by
Reaching dark deep
In glow in the sky
And earth to reap

Morning that come
In blossoms bright
Never here tiresome
In giving a plight
Of their aspirations
The beautiful still
People and nations
In living fulfill

At end of it all
In rippling waves
When dark befall
On daylight craves
And heavens return
To its sullen shine
After crimson burn
At sunset skyline