She stepped outside into the morning air   To watch the cars go by and let the sun dry her hair   I wanted to tell her how beautiful she was   But I just stared      I sat behind the wheel and watched the raindrops   As they gathered on the windshield   And raced down into the humming motor   And she folded up her fears like paper airplanes   And lost them in the trees      And I know I don't deserve this   The capacity to feel   To laugh and cry and to praise   For that I live and breathe and wake each day   Is nothing less than your grace   In awkward and glorious movement