That's Why Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

The sky is blue, the grass is green,
A cozy place, a lovely scene.
But forces deep, they play a part,
To make this world, a work of art.

If gravity pushed, not pulled things near,
No suns would shine, no stars appear.
No spinning worlds, no gentle rain,
Just empty space, and endless pain.

Perhaps there are worlds, so strange and grand,
Where dreams take flight, across the land.
Where flowers bloom, in frozen white,
But no one's there, to see the sight.

We are here now, to ask the 'Why? '
Because this world, beneath the sky,
Is just so right, for us to be,
To watch, and learn, and finally see.

A quiet hum, can't scream out loud,
Or it's no whisper, in the crowd.
This world is this, it can't be that,
For us to ask, where we are at.