Why I write I hear you ask
You may as well ask the flower
Why in the sunlight it basks?
You may wish to know from a bee
Why she flits from tree to tree?
Why must the cuckoo sing
Happy songs every spring?
Why tell me, must every night
The moon spend with moonlight
Can it for one day not part?
From her, just for a laugh
Why should the peacock care for rain?
Why the moth burns itself in flames?
Why does the river seek the sea?
The leaf elopes with the autumn breeze?
These mysteries many great minds seek
I don’t know now and never will
There is no cure for passion
No pill for lust
Because I simply ‘must’
Wrote this just as the Sunday midnight deadline comes calling, from the back seat of our car, on our way back home after a weekend family trip. With tips from the kids (thus the rhyming) . We had fun doing it, hope you enjoy it too 🙂