Sonnet, This Newborn Earth Day Poem by Peter S. Quinn

This newborn earth day that awakes to glow,
The breath of air inside a drifting cloud;
All what is here before the evenings show,
What comes in with the dawn before a crowd.
The newest dew that soothes each seed and bloom,
In the hours in the dark and all between;
Thoughts that come and we pretend to assume,
All in all's there that we have learned and seen.
The faith we give and what is born of that,
Where everything comes for a moment's thought;
Like a cloud that drifts above our habitat,
With our dreams in electrified juggernaut.
What seems sometimes maybe isn't very clear,
Diversities to our own moods appear.