I wonder why,
blue is the sky,
why the water reflects,
so that both look the same.
Why that color sometimes,
can appear in one's eyes,
making it look like,
droplets of rain.
I wonder why,
the grass is green,
green like jellow,
green like leaves.
I wonder how,
friends can be,
so beautiful,
to you and me,
how they can always seem to see,
things that lay beyond the trees.
I wonder why bad things happen,
I wonder why people die.
I wonder why life isn't fair,
I wonder why people lie.
I wonder why,
some people lable me,
as nothing more than what they see,
or why they never care to find,
how beautiful that is my mind.
I always wonder what dreams are,
that take us to some lands afar,
where we learn and find out who we are,
where we're free to wonder.
Where we can fly,
and we can die,
and be anything without a second thought.
Where we can laugh,
and we can love,
and where we can live the lives we want.
