There's A Time Poem by Peter S. Quinn

There's a time
There's a reason,
There's a love song
For each season;
And there's a time
On heaven's high,
For every hour
Before it'll die.

Like you and I
Awake the mind,
With each true try
That we can find;
Before the last
Of song be sung,
And we are past
Just gone along.

For the river is
Clear water still,
And songs like this
Will stream up hill;
Keep on flowing
Towards the sea,
On and on growing
Inside to be free.