nature can force us to take a break and step back while it refreshes
nature’s graffiti would be a flower growing on an ugly fence
the flower worries not; the sun will always shine eventually
never trust someone selling a star shaped flower as if it’s a star
two vines, intertwined the squash, the morning glory sharing the same fence
when we see something in passing; in error we think we understand
upon reflection the picture’s a bit hazy if it did happen
if we turn our backs for just a moment, nature pretends we’re not here
the greatest power is in the imagining of what we don’t know
the path up ahead has the answers to questions i haven’t thought of
uptown jack 