**Why**
In the depths of thought, I often sigh,
With endless questions that occupy,
The mind's vast space, they multiply,
I ask and wonder, "Oh, why, oh why?"
Why does the sun in the morning rise,
Painting the skies in brilliant dyes?
Why do stars twinkle in night's disguise?
In the vast cosmos, where beauty lies.
Why do hearts feel joy and pain,
A rainbow of emotions, like a gentle rain?
Why do we seek answers in our brain,
To understand life's intricate terrain?
With 'whys' we ponder, our souls unfurl,
In the search for meaning, we all swirl,
In this quest for knowledge, we are the pearl,
Asking 'why' - life's mysterious swirl.
**Why**
In the depths of thought, I often sigh,
With endless questions that occupy,
The mind's vast space, they multiply,
I ask and wonder, "Oh, why, oh why?"
Why does the sun in the morning rise,
Painting the skies in brilliant dyes?
Why do stars twinkle in night's disguise?
In the vast cosmos, where beauty lies.
Why do hearts feel joy and pain,
A rainbow of emotions, like a gentle rain?
Why do we seek answers in our brain,
To understand life's intricate terrain?
With 'whys' we ponder, our souls unfurl,
In the search for meaning, we all swirl,
In this quest for knowledge, we are the pearl,
Asking 'why' - life's mysterious swirl.
Why do rivers rush, their waters flow,
Why do seeds in the soil choose to grow,
Why does time with such swiftness go,
A river of moments we hardly know.
Why does love bring both bliss and tears,
Why do we conquer our darkest fears,
Why do we hope as the future nears,
In life's grand symphony, through the years.
In 'why' we find our endless quest,
A journey of wonder, putting us to the test,
For in the pursuit of wisdom, we are blessed,
Asking 'why' - life's profound bequest.
**Why**
In the depths of thought, I often sigh,
With endless questions that occupy,
The mind's vast space, they multiply,
I ask and wonder, "Oh, why, oh why?"
Why does the sun in the morning rise,
Painting the skies in brilliant dyes?
Why do stars twinkle in night's disguise?
In the vast cosmos, where beauty lies.
Why do hearts feel joy and pain,
A rainbow of emotions, like a gentle rain?
Why do we seek answers in our brain,
To understand life's intricate terrain?
With 'whys' we ponder, our souls unfurl,
In the search for meaning, we all swirl,
In this quest for knowledge, we are the pearl,
Asking 'why' - life's mysterious swirl.
Why do rivers rush, their waters flow,
Why do seeds in the soil choose to grow,
Why does time with such swiftness go,
A river of moments we hardly know.
Why does love bring both bliss and tears,
Why do we conquer our darkest fears,
Why do we hope as the future nears,
In life's grand symphony, through the years.
In 'why' we find our endless quest,
A journey of wonder, putting us to the test,
For in the pursuit of wisdom, we are blessed,
Asking 'why' - life's profound bequest.
Why do we ponder the stars above,
Seeking meaning in the universe's trove,
Why do we yearn to find our true love,
In the grand tapestry of life we wove.
Why do we search for truth's embrace,
In the pages of history and time's own space,
Why do we dream, create, and chase,
The answers to 'why,' in every place.
With each 'why' that we contemplate,
We unlock the secrets of our fate,
In the 'whys,' we navigate,
The journey of life, as we create.
So, let us continue to wonder and explore,
The mysteries of existence, we implore,
For in 'why,' our hearts will soar,
As we seek to know and understand more.
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