It’s Beauty Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Day and night is beauty
The language of contrast ways
Waves from inside ruddy
From tint of sun and grays
Inside and outside heart
Flowing from walls to wall
Where compassion will start
Into its fulfillment call

Sky from the low and high
Rushing the hours to noon
Reddish clouds in eve to die
Coming to twilight real soon
Voices of breezing turning
On to the leaves falling
Love lyric forever yearning
Outside when dark is calling

Ocean tinctures to and fro
To the horizon lines afar
In all knowledge we know
Reaching through night to a star
Morning of people wandering
On to the streets and achieving
Each growth beneath maundering
In its still earth believing