Gust Your Wind Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Mountain, gust your wind
Come down the high hills
Ever so free disciplined
Every moment with thrills
Play with your wings of gladness
Always be in spirits free
Never have doubt or sadness
Wherever you come with glee

Love like the wind so swiftly
The moments to long for
With each their varied ability
From their central core
All the sunshine days ahead
With their breezy leaves
Into each blossoms bed
Now take ways dark greaves

Give your gust for more
So every color does well
What has the summer in store?
With each new morning spell
The flowers we all adore
Now are here growing on
Giving their pleasures - more
Till these moments are gone