• Reasons for things
    Does there have to be any?
    Is ther a reason for it all?
    For the sky up there,
    Or the dirt down there?

    Is there a reason for the wind in the trees?
    For the fire burning wood?
    For the water flowing through the meadow?
    For the air we breathe?
    For the things we see?

    Is there a reason we are all here?
    Is there a reason for the way we look?
    Is there a reason for the way we talk?
    Is there a reason for being?
    Is there a reason for anything at all?

    The sky holds no bounds.
    The earth grows trees
    That the wind blows through.
    The fire burns the unwanted wood from the trees.
    The water calms all.

    The air is there so we can remain.
    The things we see show how everyone looks,
    And how they look at us.
    The way we talk is who we are.
    The reason for being is to be.