seen from a distance the most desolate places can seem beautiful
the ground dwelling bird does not stare up at the tree looking for its nest
under the same sky we are taught to believe that it is different
nature keeps trying but doesn’t care if we are here to notice it
a blanket of snow will gladly cover the sins of the forgetful
arrested in time we can observe what happens when the world slows down
as a storm rages we can try to pretend that it won’t affect us
there’s no easy path when one is exploring one’s imagination
on days overcast one can pretend time stands still and just be lazy
it’s a paradox that frozen, icy windows make one feel cozy
uptown jack 