KNOW WHY
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.
