Each morning of our life,
There is a new song
And when dusk arrive,
These, remain and carry on;
Futile is our love story,
If enlighten is not there,
With tuneful morning glory
And basket of fruits to bear.
Freedom is no yesterday,
Nor is it in a book we read,
It is the doing of our say
And how we others treat;
Flower within your breast
Are beautiful of wisdom,
If they are for love that is least,
They truly shall forward bloom.
Our heaven is not in book,
Or a story that once was told,
Nor is it of rainbow look,
It is what we give and hold;
Let there be love in what we do
And kindness is what you give,
Then prosperity becomes you
And justice shall with you live.
Peter S. Quinn
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/there-is-a-new-song/
