Little Secrets Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Little secrets come and go,
Like the day so free;
On this earth there is a grow,
And a time to be.
Summer is now wishing well,
Leaves are on a tree;
We can not though foretell,
What comes next apparently.

Love is easy now here going,
For the day is young;
All the colors still here glowing,
But for how now long.
You and I are in with time,
That is weak and strong;
Easy things like easy rime,
In a today's song.

Little secrets hide in ways,
Like the stars at night;
Coming are the colder days,
With the lesser light.
All with new beats it plays,
Slows down to reignite;
Be fulfilled or still amaze,
On the way to more delight.