Glows Of Time's Rise Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Soft and so flowing,
like the drifting breeze;
into eternity going,
with its sounding symphony...
Nature beautiful,
full of song and heart;
not a sound dull,
in each fresh start.

Glows of time's rise
dust of timeless cast,
where gone moment lies
that now today's lost.
Years of gone yesterdays
the flying time of past,
as these moments play
through the days' dust.

Sweet and still so high
nature on its playing,
into where tides lie
seasons in their staying.
Nature comes and goes
with its many ways,
moon and the sun glows
in the night and days.