I saw a light flowing from somewhere;
I’ve searched for the source, I found it was from nowhere
I told myself I would keep on trying;
Until I understand light, air and dying.
I saw a flower blooming one day;
I told myself there must be a way
To comprehend what makes it grow;
There are things we will never know
I saw the rain, butterflies and trees,
Even the birds, blue skies and leaves,
The changing seasons, a gifted hand;
(That lets me know) I will never understand.
By D. C. Cowan, (c) 1978
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