So many simple things

That I don't understand

Like how the ocean waves are always reaching for the sand

The wind is poetry

It's such a mystery

How does it have a quiet way of moving every leaf

It's all subliminal

It's all invisible

It's nothing logical, it's like it should be fictional

If it has to be that you have to see to believe

Then I knew nothing's out of the blue when I met you

It was proof

Of what can happen

Anything, anything, and I mean anything

So many simple things

That I don't understand

Like how a bird can know the sky and still it wants to land

Ain't it funny though

How I always know

That if I water all the flowers then they're sure to grow?

It's unpredictable

It's all a miracle

It's when the spiritual undresses for the physical

If it has to be that you have to see to believe

Then I knew nothing's out of the blue when I met you

It was proof

Of what can happen

Anything, anything, and I mean anything