Whispers of doubt linger in the air,
As I question my place, my purpose, my care.
The moon, the sun, the wind, the trees,
All have answers that put my mind at ease.

I ask the stars why they shine so bright,
And they reply, to guide you through the darkest night.
I ask the flowers why they bloom with grace,
And they reply, to spread beauty in every place.

I ask the river why it flows so free,
And it replies, to show you the power of...