The Dreams Are Going To Come Poem by Peter S. Quinn

The dreams are going to come
And grow in time with summer
And be of some prosper to some
An authentic flowering bloomer
A day in the awaken and rise
Giving its traditions to again live
Be fortified in every one’s surprise
Of what it is to share and give

Woodlands of rain and sunshine
Clouds those are high in the sky
Drawing perspectives faraway line
Never to whichever nowhere to lie
The lightening of valleys of dream
That surrounds with their winging
The appearance and glowing beam
With songs of the days to singing

Something to grow up and free
That by no means is going to fail
The peak that is for you and me
In its profound wonder and trail
Anything beginning to be good
With every promenade of its way
That you would think off or could
When its moments set out to sway

The dreams are going to come
Giving its time to get through
Winning the complete of its sum
When it’s time to create and do
Woodlands of rain and sunshine
Clouds those are tall now in sky
Drawing point of views far-off line
Never to whichever low and high