Why does the sun shine
When all we do is whine?
Why does the moon glow
When we look up at it and say "So?"
Why does the day keep returning
When our stomaches start churning?
Why doesn't life keep on going
Like a river flowing?
Why do things die
When things fly?
Why do the forests accept us
When we are just lumps of pus?
Why can't we just get along
Like a huge song?

I know most of my poems suck
But I hope you liked this one 🙂
Bow

Penned by my hand on the 7th of Miraman, in the year 321 AF.