What Is, What Are? Poem by Rod Morris

What is life without the morning; waking to a sunrise dawning?
What are mountains white with snow; waiting for a time to flow?
What is life without the wild first stirrings of a newborn child?
What are birds upon the wing; unless they have a song to sing?
What is life without wealth; meaningless without one’s health.
What are clouds aloft on high; forerunners of the weather nigh.
What is toil without a purpose; like an endless three-ring circus?
What are sails before a breeze fills them out as she decrees.
What is it that makes one smile; feel contented all the while?
What are those that we call friend; people who will never bend.
What is the meaning of life bright; when finally it turns to night. Little reason, little rhyme; goodbye friend you’re out of time.