To know not
Why the skies are endless,
To know not
Why some efforts are fruitless,
Why the meadows are green and
The silent are meek.
To wonder and yet
To not know
The ways of creation
Is the greatest of blessings
And the grandest frustration.
Why the skies are endless,
To know not
Why some efforts are fruitless,
Why the meadows are green and
The silent are meek.
To wonder and yet
To not know
The ways of creation
Is the greatest of blessings
And the grandest frustration.