Why Not We May?
Lying in a meadow,
Sitting in a shadow.
A great oak tree, above me, reaching to the sky.
Sitting, wondering, pondering, and minding why I sit below this great oak tree.
Why do we cry?
We do we say bye?
Why can't we fly high into the sky and not care about anything elsebut saying hi?
Why can't we roll a lucky number 7 and have the angels come down from heaven?
Why can't we just say more instead of war?
When closing my eyes with many sighs I say,
Why not we may?