Why Is It

Why is it
When I see the sunset sky
In its crimson dance of eternity
I remember you?

Why is it
When I hear a beautiful sonata
Like played on the lyre of angels
I remember you?

Why is it
When I caress a young kitten
Life as it's truly begun
I remember you?

Why is it
When I feel the cool sea breeze
Embracing me like a lost lover
I remember you?

Why is it
When I see children at play
Their joy and laughter so pure
I remember you?

Why is it
When I feel the warmth of grace
What was lost but now is found
I remember you?

Why is it
When the beauty of the world
Touches my heart and soul
I remember you?

Because the world is beautiful
And you are beautiful

Why?

Why?

Why am I here?
Why was I born?
Why did I write these things?
Why am I asking why?