Intellectual Introspection

why, I ponder

I step on the grass,
my feet cool on the damp ground.

I sing out my notes,
my voice soothing in the quiet room.

I run across the field
my hair, flowing in the wind.

I touch the waves,
my hands swimming in the waters of joy.

I look at the sunset,
my eyes blinded by the glowing sun.

I stop
and ponder
why I was put on this planet
was it to change it? improve it?
I stop, questioning why the universe
chose me
to gather my words
and throw them into the universe.