How can I know?

I dare not think I know at all.

How can I know?

I am just a passing glance.

I know a bit about a windy day,

but what are rustles but a giggle as the wind breezes through?

I know of bees and pollination,

but the buzzing bee may talk of crops and I just can't understand.

The blinking stars may hide cities from afar.

How can I know?

I know biology and how life is made,

yet fingers and toes create from nothing in a goddess's form.

How can I know?

The mysteries abound

and everywhere I turn

Magic flows.

It is here and all around us.

We think we know

But how can we know?