maybe the reason winter seems bleak is because fall is so vibrant
sometimes the flower seems to perform just for me with tears in its eyes
the flower does not know if it is beautiful it blooms anyway
within each morning is the opportunity to create anew
we should recognize the fire in the sunrise and heed its warning
a warm summer day can make us forget what a cold winter day needs
if the conditions are not perfect, then our lives happen anyway
given half a chance and a small crack in a wall and beauty can win
in the mess of things patterns begin to emerge and then they vanish
whatever we do we will end up following the laws of nature