What we feel is simplicity
Is simply what we take for granted
The things we know
Familiarity
Are the things we grew up with
The things that are part of our routine
Our daily lives
But even those are familiar
And change is foreign
It seems complicated
Because it is not familiarity
And therefore not simplicity
A simple leaf
On a simple branch
On a simple tree
Is green, then orange or red
Then dead
But that is simply how leaves work
They have veins
And wrinkles
Much like our own hands
But we do not put a stop
To our daily days
To consider how leaves
And our own hands
Are simply similar
Instead we continue on
With what is familiar
And therefore
What is simple.