Inspirational Writing Maybe?

Here is a piece I wrote a few years ago. I don't know if it qualifies as poetry, but I hope it is at least inspiring.

The way the wind blows the trees in spring, as the flower buds fall to the ground. As they alight softly on the fresh green grass of an early morning, when the sun is just opening its bright eyes for a new day. As animals begin to stir in their homes and greet the coming of the morning.
The way the ocean tide bows to the sands of time along its borders on a warm summer night. As stars dance along the surface of the water urging young lovers to come and play. As the moons twin seems to bathe in the dark, blue abyss.
The way the leaves swirl around, in a tornado of colors in the fall. Reds, yellows, and oranges all bright along an open road and slowly as time passes fade to brown.
Finally, the way snowflakes sparkle in the evening glow. Children's laughs like the tinkle of bells and happiness is found throughout the world.
This is love, in the truest and simplest way I can imagine.