Here Comes The Moon.. Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Here comes the moon
In dark of winter,
But it will be gone soon
When spring's again here.

Life is much like this
With its hope and touch,
First, we have then we miss
Each other very much.

Here comes the sun
With flowers of spring,
So much pleasure and fun
In our hearts we sing.

Then hours become sorrow
With life's hope gone,
And we can't see tomorrow
To give us joy on.

Here comes the day
With its hope bright,
Every hour and play
‘Till again there's night

We can give and teach
What the heart knows,
Love make and reach
Before it all goes