The world

Is the world what we think it is?
How was it created and why?
Who created it, Where did they create it?
When did they create it?
Before time?
If this is posible then what?
Why is the grass green and not blue?
Why is the sky blue and not red?
Why do stars seem to twinkle?
Why does the moon shine so brightly?
Why does the night get so dark?
What compelled whomever made this world?
What was going through their mind?
What if we are all just accidents?
Wouldn't that be horrible?
Why are trees upright and not on their sides?
Why are all animals so different?
Who is the being that created this world?
Are they real?
Do they even exist?
Who made the possum and who made the dog?
Are they two different beings or the same?
Why is the world such a dangerous place to go?
Who made the ant so small?
Who made the mountains so tall?
What creates the elements in the first place?
What makes Carbon?
Who makes Oxygen?
When did they find the time to create it?
Or did time not exist back then?
Did this being create time too?
Or are there multiple beings?
Why was the world created?
Who created this world?
What compelled them to create the giraffe?
Or the lion, the fox or the lamb?
What, indeed, compelled him to create the human race?
How vast is this being?
Are we just it's toys?
Do we even exist?
Are we just the figures of someone elses imaginings?
Are we just dolls to be played with?
Who would play with us this way?
Why would they give us free will and our minds?
Some questions will never be answered,
However much we wish them to be.
Life fills us full of these questions,
And it frustrates, near tortures our souls.
Why would a being torture us in this way?
If there is indeed a creator.
I don't know the answers to these questions,
However I'd like to know.
The world seems like a huge, vast place,
But if there's a creator how vast must they be?
Questions seem to linger in my mind,
It seems curiousity might kill this cat.
I don't know how much I can learn from this world,
But I know how much I can try.