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If I didn’t know what wind was, would I think the grass could dance?

Would I giggle and laugh, as they wiggled and sang amongst the plants?

If I didn’t know what sin was, I wouldn’t know what years of dying really meant

Then, do you think I’d think about, the place from which tears crying are sent?

Would I even really have, any reason to repent?

If I couldn’t differentiate, between the dark and the light,

What on Earth would I call it, when eyes opened in sight?

Would the things I do in days, just repeat in nights?

If I didn’t know to read, and someone handed me a book,

Would I simply stand on it to see, how much taller I would look?

If the mirror wasn’t possible, and your eyes to me were mine,

Would I even care to ask what not to do, be surprised to hear I shine?

If “If” wasn’t a word, and things just were or weren’t,

Would I regret, remorse or resent?   Think about what it meant?

Or would I simply be?  Existing, happy and content.  Satisfied, with all that came and went?