Why Poem by Jann Matthew Papin

There are things I can't explain,
Things that puzzle the mind,
Questions for which I need
Satsfactory answers to find:

Why the dew on the grass?
Why do flowers die?
Why death of beauteous things?
Why, oh why, oh why?

Why the night, why the day?
Why, the lightning's blinding flash?
Why, the wind's mighty roar?
Why, the thunder's deafening crash?

Why do eyes open and close?
Why can't they open keep?
And why do the open when I want
To shut them tight in sleep?

Why these things I can't explain?
But here I am where destiny brings;
My books I read by night and day,
Soon to learn the why of things.