Question Mark

I saw a tree dancing to the breeze outside my window; did it curve its trunk into a question mark?

I saw a cloud wafting drearily in the azure sky; did it rearrange itself into a question mark?

I saw an old pedestrian stooping low struggling with his steps; did his body shrink into a question mark?

I saw a baby asleep on her bed peaceful and crouched; did she remind me of another question mark?

I saw an overwhelmed me in the mirror with my soul jutting out from behind the head, too tired to figure out a way ahead.

Guess what! It showed me a question mark.

My soul beamed bright, like a full moon on a grotesque night adorning an eerie shape of a question mark embossed heavily on its unruffled facet.

Yes, I saw a question mark and yes, I fancy an answer!