There is more here than we can see.
The rain falls but the sun is expected.
We cannot see it right now.
Expectation does not prove anything.
And the road way is wet,
you and I know it will dry,
We count on the sun.
If you can expect you can imagine.
If imagination is made of dreams
does that make it real?
I feel sad today,
I call that real.
I picked up a wet leaf in the rain,
my hand was already wet.
How do I know the leaf was wet?
I look up at the overcast sky
the weather report says the sun will come.
There is more than we can see.