There Is So Much to Say

There is so much to say

With complicated reasons

And the varieties of way

In new and yearly seasons

 

We have but a little while

To say our thoughts and mind

To walk the distant mile

Before those hours are behind

 

Blessed are the interrelations

Of every village and tree

There is so much graduation

In there thoroughly to see

 

Where brook is flowing freely

Breezing whispering leaves

Water streams colors steely

The greenery fields and sleeve.

 

Peter S. Quinn

Done