They Know Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

Seeds of 'why? ' in morning light,
Tiny sprouts, day and night.
They push through soil, small and new,
Asking things, to me and you.

Most are yours, to dig and find,
What's the answer in your mind?
If you think it's worth the thought,
A private answer, bravely sought.

But when you say, 'I know it's true! '
Someone else will say, 'Not you! '
They see it different, clear and bright,
'In my head, I have the light.'

No matter what you clearly see,
They'll say they know it, better, free.
Their own sure answer, they will lend,
Your truth, they always will transcend.