How far does the wind blow?
How long do the roads go?
How high is the sky?
How do all the birds fly?
This makes no sense to me.
What makes a light glow?
What makes a river flow?
What makes a mouth speak?
What makes the redness on our cheeks?
This makes no sense to me
Why does this world go 'round?
Why doesn't the sky fall down?
Why aren't we all free?
Like I said, this makes no sense to me
Bravo, Bravo, Bravo- just a note in your third line of your first verse it should read How high can we go in the sky. But neverless it was a great poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very inquisitive! ! Keep asking those questions, and let me know if you ever find the true answers. Dee