Why?

As the moon peered over thw lake I sat worndering why.

Why the sky is blue,
Why the grass is green,
Why some are rich,
And some are poor,
Why water has a shore,
And why I am me.

As I fell asleep these thoughts pondered in my head.

In the morn as I woke the dream that I remembered most told me the answers to my questions.

The sky is blue because everyones tear-drops after they have fallen soar into the sky.

The grass is green because it is envois that we can walk and it must stay still.

Some are rich and some are poor becaus of destiny.

Water has a shore because it needed a place where it and all other nature could meet.

I am me because before I was born God asked me who I wanted to be and I gave him my thoughts and here I am.

Ofcorse I have more questions and the answers may not be true but they are stuck in my head as if they are little bits of paper and I am the glue holding them together.