White Roses Sweet Poem by Peter S. Quinn

White roses sweet
to all the dark grays,
that is your treat
for the sunshine days.
Night comes in dreams
flowers rise to give,
when everything seems
without a revive.

Love is here around
with all its giving,
in a heart it's found
like a beat that's living.
Time comes and goes
seasons mustfall,
like rivers that flow
here once and for all.

White roses sweet
like a day in a rise,
early morning street
in its awake surprise.
When day's freshly new
and the hour 's young,
life is coming through
in a morning song.

White roses sweet
to all the dark grays.

White roses sweet
for the sunshine days.