To Earth (A Song) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

You are divine
You are spring of time
You are sunshine
And blossoms in prime
Every love is of you
Each footstep coming
The sky high and blue
On white clouds blossoming

You are till my end
Everything I’ll stand for
My life to comprehend
And open its door
My feelings in making
The songs that I sing
Each sorrow I am aching
Each pleasure I will bring

O darling my mother
The cradle of every love
My sister and my brother
Fresh air from the above
Treetops of the green
The waterfalls and river
Every thought between
That you to my heart deliver