No one need tell the sunflower,

What’s dark and what is bright,

Instinctively he throws and turns

His face towards the light

And no one moves the map to tell

The swallow where to go,

Instinctively she senses things,

She simply seems to know

It’s really much the same with me

I know what’s wrong, what’s right,

The difference is that I can choose

To turn against the light

CDC, Downham