WHY


Like the mysteries of the universe

The subtle touch, of hand.

The birds that fly up in the air

While man, walk's on the ground.

The sun that rises every day

In some far place it seems.

The stars way up there, in the sky,

Yet they're also seen, in dreams.

Who knows what happens, when we sleep,

Or why the fish refuse to bite.

Why doesn't water flow up hill,

Can one really die - of fright?

I guess there are questions and then some,

All the things we do not know

Why does the grass really get so long!

Yet - We never see it grow!


Eric Valentine July 15 1999 ©