The River Flows On Poem by Peter S. Quinn

The river flows on
dreams on their rising,
flowers are gone
‘till the next of spring.

Life gives and takes
in all its flowing,
new thoughts it awakes
in all its knowing.

The rivers are deep
from endless oceans,
moments to keep
in ways and emotions.

Life going through
spending its days,
stories to renew
in its many ways.

Giving and taking
all that is found,
ways of new making
circling all around.

A day goes to night
seeds fall to earth,
morn of new light
in daybreak's birth.