Down side Up

The rain drizzled down,
Unevenly hitting the ground,
I've often wondered why,
Why down not up?
Why wet not dry?
The rain poured up,
Drying the murky sky,
Why is night not day?
Why is day not night?
Why is dark dark and light light?
The dark brought forth the day,
And then the light swallowed the night,
Who decided trees where trees,
And bees are bees?
Why dose fire burn yet frost bites? 
The trees buzzed wildly in the wind,
The bees leafed wings root them to the sky,
The fire bites at the air and the frost dose burn bright where it lie,
Who decided?
Why is it abided?
Who's to say there's not,
A world,
Where sleep means play,
Play means to sleep,
Cat is dog,
And dog is sheep.