Days Are Sometimes Dreams

Days are sometimes dreams going away Filling their moments with the lost time gone Like chaliced flowers that still grow here on To give of beauty for every day Buds of its summer in the sunshine high Rising from the dawn to the hours that give And we in instances always to live Till existence open ways to eve die Everything coming living its part From beginning as every root grows Those from within a feeling of our heart And on to the moments flourish and glows To primes of fields of existence earth With each its dreams deepness and its true worth