Why? Poem by sabrina busic

So many questions have yet to be answered.
So many stories have not been told.
So many mysteries need to be unraveled.
That no one has even bothered to unfold.

Why is the sun so bright?
Why is the moon dull as night?
How many hairs are on my head?
Why is the sky blue instead of red?
How many stars are in the night sky?
Like a bird why cant I fly?

these are a few of the questions that have crossed my mind.
but the real question is

WHY?