Time Will Give Me Wings Poem by Peter S. Quinn

The time will give me wings
to fly far far away,
where tomorrow destiny sings
in the height of new day.
Where the heart is still calling
with its going on play,
and the dreams are all falling
to the rings of new May.

Where flowers are sweetly
rising from the earth,
in a new days treaty
when the green is at birth.
And the life is all growing
to its fullness and height,
as the sunshine is glowing
after winter's cold night.

The time will give a rising
many ways of a new surprise,
in its colors hope and dicing
that never from the earth dies.
Though the flowers are falling
in life's war and peace,
life comes again calling
with the roots of new trees.