The Why
When the august moon arises,
Once more in the midnight sky,
Life'll begin to crumble,
and
I know
I'll know not why
When the august sun arises,
Once more in the dawning sky,
Love will fill the senses
and
I know
I'll not ask 'why?'
When the rain is fallin softly,
Once more from an august sky,
I'll relish every droplet,
and
Love is
the reason why
When this august day is over,
Once more with a duskpink sky,
I'll have an evenin coffee
and
The One
that is
....
the "why?"