it doesn’t matter if were walking together we share the same place
in the autumn fog the city’s sounds are muffled quiet in the grey
in each shadow cast there’s a story being told if we will listen
the stream doesn’t care how much water it carries it goes with the flow
in later autumn before the snow, a quiet beauty starts to show
with each new season we see the passage of time in living color
it’s time once again to put away the summer and unpack winter
a beautiful vine covered fence, still blocks our view of what lies beyond
nature doesn’t make beauty; that is the result of what nature does
one season passes into the next, bringing us along for the ride
uptown jack 