A Gladness Blossom Poem by Peter S. Quinn

I was cheerful with my friend
We in gladness did blend
In every day and every height
Through the dark and to light

Never angry words there said
All hatred from eyes dead
Only morning of increasing high
With its features of blue sky

Day and night of feeling’s fine
Summer day and more sunshine
Ascending through to even more
Munificent peace and not war

Bouquets coming in blossoms red
Now´s escalation in spring’s bed
Thru its happiness and prime
With its delightful way and time