Why Poem by Luke Bushen

Why, instead of being flat,
Is the whole earth round?
Why, whenever I jump up,
Am I pulled to the ground?

Why are there big white clouds
In the great blue sky?
Why do different birds have the
Ability to fly?

Why, in-between two days,
Is there always a night?
Why does the moon look so pale?
Why’s the sun so bright?

Why are mountains so gigantic?
Why is water clear?
Why do people see and feel
And smell and taste and hear?

Why did God make everything
Just the way He did?
I don’t think I can understand,
Besides, I’m just a kid.