Question

"The quality of a question is not judged by its complexity, but by the complexity of the thinking it provokes." ~ Joseph O'Connor I question why the sun seems to sink in the sea when after his laborious work day is done And why does the moon fade like a reverie when her golden light has all been spun I query why stars die in great bursts of glory and I wonder where their twinkling bits go Flowers withering quickly, I question the story and how some can live buried 'neath the snow Why do beautiful blooms live only for days then begin to die as petals fall to the ground but their progeny lives on, their substance stays alive from seeds left behind, and will abound I'd inquire of the sun himself, if it's surprising that he wakes to embrace the Earth at dawn and if he's sad not to witness the moon rising Why do I start weeping when I see a lone swan How beautiful things perish before their time I question the reasons why and so many more Such glorious things we think are truly sublime These wondrous things that we cannot restore