Most Beautiful Poem Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Most beautiful poem's the one never written
Like the wind in the trees and the leaves
In summer it comes in moments to please
Or ripples on water in tones hidden
Each hour of longing in the evening sky
With shining drifting cloudlets going there through
Each its coming always more to renew
Of moonlight starry glisten on twinkling's high

Or winter snowing pearly white star flakes
Like fairies falling on the softly earth
And the silent forest of spring reawakes
With colorful blossoms each of its true worth
What is beauty without natures abreast?
Isn't that the poem of beauty most and best?