Not resisting anything
Finding a hidden gem in every pile of shit
And leaving the rest alone
Patient with small baby turtles taking their small baby steps
Knowing the seed will sprout and raise all up unassisted
Just when conditions are right
Call it Magic, call it Science
Letting the water flow to all lowliest places
and clean up the mess that had piled up there
Seeing it float with the tide
Feeling for all your fellow brothers
Too nauseous to do the same
Having been nauseous yourself for too long
Look, the spring flood has brought about
The end of our nice little well-manicured tidy world
Call it Magic, call it Science
We can jump right into the vast ocean abyss
Trembling
With both fear and excitement
That neither Science nor Magic
Prepared us
For what happens next