the workers will come later today and erase what we have ignored
in going to seed the next generation is allowed to flourish
it’s easy to miss subtle beauty in amidst attention seekers
if you asked the wood it would likely say to you i’ve always been free
we are the flower behind a broken wire fence that we can escape
in an open field it’s easy to lose the one among the many
a drop of water can bend the light; imagine what is possible
we could try for days but never match what nature does in a minute
on the horizon there appears to be a threat we could ignore it
we huddle closer as the thunderstorm rumbles then release, relieved
uptown jack 