Like A Tree Of Life Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Like a tree of life,
Enchant is this way;
To the shore and rife,
Comes dawn of day.
Can we hold or reach,
What we do not know;
Anything there teach,
Which is still a glow.

Like the root of tree,
River in the stream;
Is the unknown poetry,
From another's dream.
Will it give you much,
When it appears here;
If you can not it touch,
And your feelings share.

Like a branch to reach,
Everything is there for;
Different ways to teach,
For this time's boudoir.
We can give and move,
Make the flowing flow;
Open up and approve,
What was scattered ago.