Beautiful morning so sweet, <br />Summer is blooming all out; <br />I saw in my garden, weed, <br />- Growing there about. <br /> <br />The greenest of tree is you, <br />All love is so tender now; <br />The tone inside me is blue, <br />O unlucky crow. <br /> <br />Why must this be always so, <br />When skies are so clear and great; <br />Why must my heart now lay low, <br />Is it all too late? <br /> <br />Beautiful morning so sweet, <br />It's raining inside my heart; <br />I'm walking a lonely street, <br />Why must we depart?<br /><br />Peter S. Quinn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/22-from-what-s-really-happening-in-54-numbers/
