Wilderness Earth Poem by Peter S. Quinn

River-ribbon pathways,
With chisel mountains.

Through long dark curves,
Towards blue borderline.

The condemned waters,
Of haunted youths.

Refrain:
There is a time to know,
What comes from your saying,
Of deep down earth tunes;
It has been a while ago,
From first ones you were playing,
Over the prairies and dunes.

With another's face in green,
That water washed to pure,
To meet the distant days;
Together they will convene,
Soil brown and sky azure;
To color up and to rephrase!

This should be of our heart,
For you are first of mothers,
With faith now to accept;
Cradle from the first of start,
The sisters and the brothers,
That in your crest are kept.

Harmonize the rhythm,
Chosen-beyond-time.

In universe with sun,
And our song.

Each life resonate,
Whose disrythm planets
Ebb in tune.

Refrain:
There is a time to know,
What comes from your saying,
Of deep down earth tunes;
It has been a while ago,
From first ones you were playing,
Over the prairies and dunes.