Cliches

Why is the sky blue?
Why is the grass green?
Why is the Earth brown?
Why is the cloud white?

And what about the grey cloud?
And what about the yellow leaf?

Why is she in love?
Why is she not in love?
Why is he in love?
Why is he not in love?

Why smiles?
Why tears?
Why ups?
Why downs?

Why, why?
Why, what?
Why, how?
Why, when?
Why, where?

(And here I realize cliches are small joys. Moments we seek, but seldom find. Bless cliches. They are what life is made up of, no matter how much we tend to break away. Some break away, and their discoveries soon become cliches, until replaced by new ones)