Little Birds Of Loving Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Little birds of loving
Everywhere they go
Always with their singing
They let the earth glow
Summer is their sunshine
In anything to do
Best weeks of their time
Their heart is true

Little birds are giving
So much in being there
Each their worth of living
Like summer everywhere
Wings of flying high
Their days of affection
Open up the blue sky
Onto hope's direction

We should take such chances
With our own living
While our time's dances
And their days are giving
Nothing is for sure
In this world of light
So much there to allure
Before there is night