Peace Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Peace..


Peace is like flowers
in a wild spring,
I now count the hours
till anew spring will sing.
For yesterdays are gone
into the unknown nowhere,
but life must go on
to give love and share.

Peace is for us all
in the days on going,
echoes of memories call
in coming spring glowing.
For earth is always new
giving in and days waking,
just like love is true
in every heart it's making.

Peace is like flowers
bouquet of the wild,
love and all its dowers
that in the heart beguiled.
Nothing is forever new
it has all been said before,
like breeze going through
or a wave to the shore.