The Question Collector

Lexile: 780 | Grade: 5

Passage

She keeps her questions in a jar,

beside the books and candy bar.

Some are shaped like tiny seeds,

Others hum like bumblebee needs.

She shakes the jar when skies turn gray,

and pulls a question out to play:

'Why do raindrops race on glass?'

'Can shadows run? Do daydreams pass?'

She hides them deep inside her coat,

Each one a pebble, note, or quote.

And when the grown-ups call her strange,

she smiles—she wouldn’t want to change.

For those who ask and those who seek,

Will always find what others sneak.

A question starts where answers end—

A spark, a swirl, a twist, a bend.