Why does the hope not die

I wonder

Why does the heart not heed

I ask

Why do dreams dance

I don’t know

What paths, what travails, sweet life

What friendships new, what companionship too

Would I be asking for more

If I were to say that eyes still sparkle

Songs still kindle dreams

Smiles still turn into giggles

So, maybe, just maybe!

The southern breeze is still blowing by.

PS: and the universe chuckled!