What is life?

What is life?

It’s been asked before

by a score of worthier

poets and know-it-alls..

Is it the zest for knowing

or for growing?

Is it the wind in your hair

and the fair sky

up above?

Is it being in love

with someone you admire?

Or the world of nature

Birds.. trees.. rolling seas?

Is it taking a risk

frisking your antennae

and doing what you

thought you might

but which gave you a

fright?

That’s right.. It’s all the above

But me.. I favour love