I often write of the mundane
Those things we take for granted
The grocery runs, the schedules
Now those things seem nearly enchanted
Maybe bow your head
You really have so much
We’ve taken it for granted
Now we’re cautious to even touch
The rain is falling today
I think the sky is crying
Modest may we become
It might be purifying
Mundane seems to be foundation
Structure for us all
Blessed to take care of my home
Because without it, I would fall