Every Day Is Its Completeness Worth Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Every Day Is Its Completeness Worth



Again there are blooming days
With flowers coming through the seeds
In their colors beautiful ways
When nature from earth reads
Lives yesteryears deeds

Oh darkness has gone to air
With its reasons of all the dim
Now the blooming of bouquets fair
Is instead of the breezy whim
That leaves from each branch trim

Every day is its completeness worth
With spring skin tones deep hued
Growth of the greenish earth
Giving life's complexion mood
In its wilderness land vastitude

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success