We are all a part of this living earth
Some section of our souls survive
This intersection of questions,
Of love and life longing,
Of the mere existence of “Why?”

And yet there’s magic, though we deny
Since sight is singular and straight,
In the simple asking of questions
The who’s and why’s,
Those dreams from which we wake-

This, now, is to Wonder!
For who exactly knows why?
This, now, is to Hope!
For why else would we try?
This, now, is to Life!
For one day, we will die.
Yes, one day we will die.