We learn at an early age how things will be.
The universe looks like this.
If you drop something, it will fall, not float.
Water does not burn,
And no matter how hard you try,
You cannot call the wind.
You will learn this.
This is the way you will grow.
This is who you are.
You cannot know yourself without  help.
Boundaries, they say, and common sense, logic.
But we know better, you and I.
Children of nature, we grew like wildflowers
In some forgotten patch of dappled sunlight
At the edge of the garden,
Where nobody bothers to look.
We spring full-grown from the cauldron of wisdom,
Rising from the earth again and again,
Always knowing who we are,
And we have always been here.