Why Are There
Why are there
great white puffy clouds
like galleons of cotton
only a child's eye can see?
Why are there fields bursting
with man-tall cornstalks and
lush carpets of pasture
worth much more than
a thousand kings?
Why does the snow
fall so gently, solemn
and perfect in beauty
as it layers all,
both great and small?
Why does rain change its tempo--
sometimes a tinkle, sometimes a roar?
Why does a watermelon
taste different
than a cantaloupe?
Why do we love?
Why do we hate,
when rocks get by
quite well
without it?
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