Why?
Why does the sun rise?
Why do the suns arm reach so longingly for earth?
Why does the sun always come, never dies, never ending?
Why does the light that follows bath us daily?
Why do we see the beauty?
Why do we see?
Why do flowers grow?
Why do the small images of petals and the smell of love from
them always greet us?
Why are we allowed to harbor flowers?
Why do we get such beauty?
Why does the moon greet us?
With different faces, none less loving then the last?
Why do we get the moon?
Why do we deserve anything?
We are nothing special, yet the natural beauty of everything
greets us
And everything.
Why are we so damn lucky?
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