We know so much, we have robbed nature, and even ourselves of enchantment. But we are nothing if nature and our very being does not enchant us.

I know, I know, I know,

There, so high, are mere prisms in the sky.

I know.

But still, rainbow washed, I do ask why.

I know, I know, I know,

It is hormones that make me cry.

I know.

But she is our child, and that is why.

I know, I know, I know,

On knowing, knowing, knowing, I am high.

I know.

But feeling it, feeling it, feeling it, makes my soul fly.