Questions on Why?

Why should the stars

grow dim when the moon

shines so brightly? Why

should I care honestly when

its the ocean breeze I so

long to feel blowing against

the poisionous grass beneath

my feet. The vapid colors

seem to glow when there

is no choice but to fade.

Why is it that the willow

tree heavey with snow projects

a more sorrowful image than

a Elm in the Sun?

Why is it that the strength

the sun saps from me is restored

by the cold and rain?

Such calm things things escape

their prision while the wild

flee it's safety.

Questions are not meant to be

answered.