Why? Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

Why does night always follow day?
Why can't a whisper shout and play?
Why do tears fall when joy is near?
And why is the path ahead unclear?

Why can't a seed just sprout and grow?
Without the rain, or in the snow?
Why can't a dream be held so tight?
And keep its colors, ever bright?

Why do we search and look and seek?
For answers soft, for answers meek?
Why are we here, this fleeting breath?
And what awaits beyond our death?

These questions float, a gentle sigh,
Beneath the wide and watchful sky.
We ask and wonder, day by day,
And hope for light along the way.