I'M Just A Flower Small Poem by Peter S. Quinn

I'm just a flower small
On the fields of rustic gold
With a dream for a call
That wants my seeds to unfold
So beautiful at my sight
Invincible in the summer breeze
Many folded petals light
So much for the eyes to please

When darkness is in winter
My heart becomes quite bleak
With love and trust in hinter
And futures of hopes weak
For every bright daybreak's away
With loss of freedom's hue
And there is only a gloomy day
For everything that is true

My times are on the meadow
Of the weak and the strong
With every swaying and grow
That comes in gusty along
My leaves are of living green
Eden’s own garden aspiration
My beauty beholds and is seen
In freedom of every nation