The answers we never get

" I have, but a riddle for you one that speaks so very true." Said a man by the pond. I decided to indulge and told him to go on. He continued to say about the riddle about its length and graces for in the ends it has questions that all face. So he began, "Tell me why I am alive today." Nothing more he ever spoke and went on down his way. I stopped and thought about that riddle and how it seemed to get me puzzled. That is like asking why the birds sing or why they're allowed to have wings. That is like asking why the dog's head tilt ever so slightly when you speak of filth as if the dog knew you were referring to the very thing it had been digging through. Or why the trees seemed to sway to an entire beat of their own way, or why I speak English and you know Spanish Danish, Polish, French, Italian, German, and on the list goes way past the floors of this world we have known forever more. My answer it this and I will tell you why all of these happen to come by and by. My answer to you I gave to my nanie so you will have to wait until you see her on those green pastures we all look to or just wait out the questions and endure the riddle the man gives to me and you.