The Things I Do Not Know

I have an affinity for Socrates…that philosopher from long ago… Who said, wisdom comes from knowing…there's so much we do not know. There is an upside to living a life where so many times you have no clue… For every day holds new mysteries…and many things seem new. I do not know the names of clouds as they float across the sky… So each cloud seems as beautiful as the next one drifting by. I do not know the names of all the birds…who soar upon the breeze So each bird seems as beautiful as the next one in the trees. I do not know one bird's singing from the next bird I happen to hear… So each bird song is as beautiful as the last to my ears. I do not know the names of all the flowers…I've never found the need… So I am free to find the beauty in ever flower…every weed. Yes, everyday I feel lucky to walk the world with innocent eyes where every new path is an adventure…every new day…a surprise. And as I walk amidst the beauty and watch nature put on her show… I thank the universe…and Socrates…for all the things I do not know.