I walked along one day and wondered why
Why the ocean is so blue
Why was the ocean is so big
Why was the ocean is so salty
Why the birds can fly but I can't
Why the clouds make such pretty pictures
Why the trees seem to touch the sky in the distance
Why people seem to look at differences, not similarities
Why cats purr and dogs wag their whole bodies
Why thunderstorms frighten so many people
Why children like to play
Why dogs and cats like to play
Why adults like to play
Why some places get snow and others do not
Why some places are always warm and some are never warm
Why some places are in-between
Tell me what you think:
Do you wonder sometimes?
Why ducks and geese can swim and fly
Why animals shed so much (especially in the house)
Why medical things have such strange names
Why life is so similar in so many different places
Why life is so different in so many similar places
Why a baby of any species is so darn cute
Why wars begin and take so many lives
Why Daylight Savings Time happens once a year
Why TV's are all now flat screens (and as big as a whole wall)
And I wondered
Why animals can work together, but people can’t
Why some people see only what they want to see
Why everyone can’t just smile and get along
But then I wonder
As a writer, I relish those quiet moments when I can think about the things that are, things that could be and the things beyond my understanding. I see a lot of people sitting or leaning against something, their eyes unfocused, a smile on their face as they let their minds wander. And I can't help but wonder about them.
I wonder what they are thinking about. I wonder what their background is and if that affects their daydreaming. I wonder if they were a football player in high school that was never quite good enough to move into the pro's. I wonder if they had figure skated as a young slim girl in a pretty dress of sparkles and lace. I wonder if they had a split home and are wondering what it would have been like if their parents had stayed married. With all that wondering going on and I wondered if I would be able to see their point of view if I wrote about something in their past.
Wait, was supposed to be wondering or watching? Did I put my thoughts to their expressions? Did I judge them from my own experiences? Or did I just wonder what they were wondering about? Woah, I think perhaps I have been wondering way too much. Perhaps that will be the source of another hub.......
But then I wonder about the coloring of the sky, the coloring of the grass, the leaves that turn so bright in the fall, the pine trees that smell so fresh when you walk by them, the bread that is incredible when it is warm and the who invented the wheel (and why). I wonder who called the snow snow. I wonder who said a boat was that funny thing that could float. I wonder why birds poop in the air (watch out for falling poop). I wonder why some people like the holidays and why some don't. I wonder......Oh no, not again. I need to stop wondering and end this--but then curious minds want to wonder.......
Whether you are young, old, or in-between, don't ever stopped wondering!
© 2013 Cheryl Simonds