Seeds Of Life Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Save the best for last
for everything is going,
times become its past
like deep waves flowing.

Life's like a morning bliss
in sweetness as it comes,
the first of moment's kiss
from seeds to its blossoms.

Being is all for its emotion
a heart beat from within,
like deeps of Earth's ocean
so mischievously in its spin.

The darlings of many ways
beautiful morning beyond,
embarking colors and plays
whatever from inside's found.

Life is so much a new turn
going and coming to a new,
from it you shall always learn
to become whole and you.

We have our times to share
until it is our moment to go,
reach to our aspiration here
give what we've learn to know.