Life Is What It Is Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Life is what it is
a touch of every hour,
a blue sky's bliss
and a darling young flower.
Love is all for this
to give and awake,
the birth first kiss
that love of life will make.

Seasons come and go
all is in its time,
spring in the young glow
coloring summer prime.
Autumn in its beauty
winter in its white,
memories to be
in the winter's night.

It is all here
what we need to grow,
people everywhere
never let it go.
This is your Earth
each morning you awake,
every caring worth
that you will ever make…