Why

We always seem to question the wonders around us without truly appreciating them.

Why does the sun rise?
To restore hope?
Or to burn the flesh?

Why is the lake cold?
To be refreshing?
Or to shock?

Why does the moon glide across the sky?
To inspire hope?
Or to show off?

Why do the wolves howl?
To invoke emotion?
Or to frighten?

Why does darkness come?
To bring the coolness of night?
Or to bring forth our worst fears?

Why must I cry?
To relieve myself of emotion?
Or to show weakness?

Why do I question the wonders around me?
To truly know their beauty?
Or to believe that nothing is an act of kindness?