Why is the moon luminous?
Why is the sun radiant?
Why is the universe infinite?
When I ask, I hear the song of my own
Inquisitive voice.
And then I know the answer.
The moon is enigmatic, glowing.
The sun is clear, revealing.
And the universe is infinite, unending.
Because we are meant to love the endless questions.
But why does it have to be this way?