Exceptional philosophy for children What's Ordinary? by adewpearl

What's ordinary in a worm, who tills the soil with every squirm? Some things, it seems, I've yet to learn -- What's ordinary in a worm? What's ordinary in a weed, whose beauty many fail to heed? This is an answer I still need -- What's ordinary in a weed? What's ordinary in the grass, that lays a carpet where I pass? This is a question I must ask -- What's ordinary in the grass? What's ordinary in the moon, who makes waves dance without a tune? I'd like to know the answer soon -- What's ordinary in the moon? What's ordinary in the sky, where tall trees reach and robins fly? What explanation might apply -- What's ordinary in the sky? Extraordinary is my world, where on the grass the dew is pearled and dawn makes petals come unfurled -- extraordinary is my world. Recognized Author Notes For those wondering why a photo of Sawyer and his parents on a shopping mall train is illustrating this poem, it is because it's something they did on an ordinary Saturday, nothing special like a trip to Disneyland or the zoo or the beach. It got me to thinking about why such a happy family outing gets classified as ordinary.

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