Stained Hearts

Questioning Nature

Does the mountain stand tall?
Or is it a wall,
Blocking the people from it all?
Do you ever wonder,
If the mountain should worry,
Because the trees down under,
Change their seasons in a hurry?

Have the leaves lost their will to live,
'Cause the tree is starting to die,
And the only support they can hope to give,
Is on the ground where they lie?
Do the evergreens mock them,
For acting too quickly,
Now without sanctum,
And colors fading sickly?

Why does the Earth follow the sun?
For millennia it has spun,
When will it decide that it's done?
Will it realize a new orbit has begun?
Would it follow other planets,
Or go around another star?
Would it be given other mandates,
Whilst traveling very far?

Does the sun run away,
From its neighbor the moon,
As if it were to say,
It had come too soon?
Why does it act like a coward,
Even though it's empowered,
Doesn't it know the moon's complexion,
Only comes from the sun's reflection?

Does the wind hate the clouds,
Always shooing them away?
Forcing them to shroud,
The land on bright days?
Is a rainbow a sign of hope,
Or does it still hold some fear,
How does it cope,
With the fact that the rain falls near?

Why does the sky mirror the seas,
And the grass reflect the color of the trees?
Why are storms a good sign,
When the land is in drought,
And that people seem fine,
Though inside they fuel their doubt?

Why does life seem so short,
Just a blink of an eye,
But the trees age eternally,
Reaching a hundred-feet high?
Why do we find it odd,
That just a second to God,
Lasts thousands of years long,
But humanity still can't find where they belong?

I have a thousand more questions to ask,
But the universe is too big,
That is a fact.
And to answer them all,
Is an impossible task,
For I'll never have all of them within contact.

So I'm just sitting here,
Comparing my stature,
But all the while still,
Questioning nature.