Raafia

Why, does grass grow

The sun rise when it drinks the darkness of the night

A wound mend and scars fade

 

Why, do people smile

The birds chirp on a bright summer day

A dream take us away

 

Why, does a cloud form

The moon give light to our hidden minds

A lion yell out in the midst of a fight

 

Why? Why?

All these take place, for the reason I write

 

Grass grows when its fed

I write because I'm fed knowledge

 

The sun rises because morning comes

I write because I live to see the next day

 

Wounds mend because of time

I write because I wish to pass moments

 

People smile when they're happy

I write because I find joy

 

The birds chirp because they wish to speak

I write because, in a way, I too can communicate to someone

 

A dream takes us away because it's so calming and surreal

I write because I want a peaceful state of mind

 

A cloud forms because it's about to rain

I write because I want the paper and pen to absorb my tears

 

The moon gives light so it can see in the dark

I write so I can give light to my gloomy thoughts

 

A lion yells out because it's in anger

I write because I want to vent my impatience

 

I write because I can

I write because I want to

But in the end, I write because

It just makes me who I am

 

This is why I write