Everywhere I go,
There is a time to care;
You and I know,
What we both can share.
Spring is a feeling,
With the days and night;
Fair in each dealing,
Forward in their flight.
Be flexible in line,
What the future brings;
You will then feel fine,
When the day sings.
Onward heartfelt themes,
That were born of today;
When the rivers of dreams,
To the ocean play.
Everywhere I look,
I am hoping for more;
Like an open book,
That washed here ashore.
Tides that drift and stay,
Color filling up the eyes;
In the summer's forward play,
Till the morning dies.
Peter S. Quinn
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/everywhere-i-go-2/
