in later autumn before the snow, a quiet beauty starts to show
we can be the light or we can reflect the light or live in darkness
hidden in plain sight so much of what we take in each day is toxic
the workers will come later today and erase what we have ignored
we’ve got a system that was built for yesterday that we need to fix
codes used long ago still have meaning; but only if we understand
in going to seed the next generation is allowed to flourish
in turbulent times we dream of blue skies and hope that x marks the spot
before the next storm hits the news, we could use a moment to dry off
if you asked the wood it would likely say to you i’ve always been free
uptown jack 