This is why grass is green.
(The waves of light, of course—
But why those specific waves? And
Why green? Why not
Red, black, blue, yellow?)
This is why grass is green.
This is why I am me.
Who am I? A vibrating bunch of
Particles, dust—(ashes to ashes,
Dust to dust)
Who am I? I don’t know.
This is why the sky is blue.
This is why birds fly without
Flapping their wings.
This is why zebras have stripes of
Black and white, this is why
Smiling means happy, frown means sad,
Or mad.
This is why wolves bring down antelopes.
This is why lead makes a mark on paper.
This is why people form a society.
This is why the wind blows from the north,
South, east, west,
(northeast, northwest . . .)
This is why I think someone is pretty.
This is why when you smile at another I get a feeling:
Jealousy.
This is why the sky is blue.
This is why robins’ eggs are blue.
This is why I love you.
(This is why we love at all.)
This is why trees are green.
This is why we dance to music.
This is why fish swim.
Why?
I don’t know.
I don’t know. I don’t know why. Stop asking now.
This is why grass is green.
This is why I am me.