试着按自己的粗浅理解断句读了，感觉诗表面在讲述

一位母亲带了自己的正好到了不断问“为什么”的年纪的孩子在花园里玩。孩子就一个杜鹃花蓓蕾和其他的事问很多问题。 母亲答不出。 孩子开始自己思考答案，开始有自己的思想，有独立意识。

下雨了，母亲拉着孩子奔走躲雨。孩子在长大，但他仍然还是孩子，他没有扔掉自己找到的一块玫瑰色小石头，而是放进自己的口袋......   有新的美丽要去探索，旧的美丽却仍值得保存。

作者在故事的后面似乎讲了很多，至于她在讲什么，只能由读者自己意会。

当然，也许以上所说根本就都是错的，反正我是这样断了句来读的：

You ask me again: “Why”,  putting your tiny hand on the not yet unsheathed bud on the rhododendron.

And I see I need to be sky; I need to be soil.  There are no words for why that I can find fast enough.

“Why",  you say at the foot of the cherry's wide blossomfall.  “Is it dead now?  Why did it let go?” 

“Why” tossed out into what appears to be silence.

When I say let's run, the rain is starting, "Why are we lost?  Why did we just leave where we just were?  Why is everything so far behind now as we go on?”

I see you think when you reach me again to ask why, when I say, “Are you coming now”, & you say, “No, I want to stay, I want things to stay, I do not want to come away from things.”

What is this we are entering?  Me taking yr hand now to speed our going as fast as we can in this suddenly hard rain, yr hand not letting go of the rose pebble u found.

Feeling the first itching of personal luck as you now slowly pocket it, thinking you have taken with you a piece of what u could not leave  behind.

It is why we went there and left there.

It is your why.