The questions we may ask ourselves at 1 point in life or another.
|I sit upon a moonlit shore
and gaze into the sky.
Twilight's coming brings to mind
so many questions why.
Why can I not just take to flight
and roam among the stars?
Dance on the rings of Saturn
or climb the hills of Mars?
Why are the oceans vast and wide
with depths we cannot fathom?
Why do the mountains reach so high
with crevices and chasms?
Does a child know its mother's voice
from the first day it is born?
How can the strong and mighty oak
survive the fiercest storm?
How can butterflies wings soft as silk
migrate a thousand miles?
How can I find that one true love
who always makes me smile?
When will mankind finally wise up
and care for one another?
When will we stop causing others' pain
and with love help out our brother?
When will we open up our eyes
and take a look around?
When will we see God's beauty
and the way that it astounds?
Who takes the fragile daffodil
and plucks it from the ground?
Who takes his one last dying breath
with barely a sound?
Who paints the colors on the sky
with a master artist's hand?
Who starts wars that spread hate
so far throughout our land?
So many questions that I seek
and lies I have been told.
Yet looking deeply for the truth
is only for the bold.
Ask your questions, make them count
'cause you only get a few.
Then time runs out, you'll never know
the how's, when's, why's and who's.