Why Do We Have Questions

How is that her beauty exist, and I so appreciate it
How is that when I remember all of the splendor
I can still feel the elation as if it were the first time
Why is it that I know tomorrow the sun will shine
but yet for many they may take their last breath
What is it inside of me that comforts me in truth
and yet feel repelled by what is construed as evil
How can the chords of beautiful music awaken me
and time and again be captured by a random sunset
Why unexplainable love overwhelms our fragile spirits
Where does the true gift of joy come from
as I serve others, how i am the bigger benefactor
Where does this compassion of less fortunate spawn from
How does nature take care of us and itself simultaneously
and all beings on the earth randomly exist on the same air
What is the message father in our sibling rivalry
Is there discussion without hate, understanding with respect
Why every generation talks of Your majesty as our creator
but have trouble comprehending the mystery of Your love
Will Google ever be able to answer these questions?
Thank You for giving Your eyes to see Your blessings