Seeds Of Time Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Now let time come
and let it be me,
where this passion is from
in its eternity.

I am a flower of earth
in its beautiful ways,
I was given birth
in its wonderous lays.

O life that is here
with its dreams inside,
in growths everywhere
that in moments abide.

Take and give more
where each step is going,
to be of it assure
that beauty it's knowing

Now let it be here
where my growth blossoms,
its seeds to everywhere
that into earth comes.

For nothing is for sure
it comes and goes by,
in all its ways to lure
as footsteps of times die.