She saw it everywhere
In everything, the rhyme, the rhythm
And she pulled it from the air
And made it clear
Like the bones and stones she found
Shaped into a point and purpose
And her pen the arrow
Her hand the bow
She said: Make sure you're looking where you step
You've a tendency not to notice
There's an arrowhead underneath each of our noses
If we get out of our own heads and look around
We just might see the trees like she did
Her father's heart and might in the forest
And they spoke to her like a daughter
So she planted more
She said: Make sure you're looking where you step
You've a tendency not to notice
There's an arrowhead underneath each of our noses
If we get out of our own heads and look around
The world's meant for our eyes
And our eyes are meant for wonder
To see it in all, the rhyme, the rhythm
Ready to write are we the poet
She said: Make sure you're looking where you step
You've a tendency not to notice
There's an arrowhead underneath each of our noses
If we get out of our own heads and look around
