when beauty begins to grow in the cracks, people will fill in those cracks
the day’s frustrations fall away in the face of delicate beauty
my eyes filled with tears at the beauty i saw, or was it the windchill
in later autumn before the snow, a quiet beauty starts to show
nature doesn’t make beauty; that is the result of what nature does
as the flowers fade the industrial buildings pay no attention
even with eyes closed the springtime breeze is alive with floral beauty
a coating of snow treats everything equally giving it beauty
a dark winter night reveals a beauty that no summer day can match
we replace nature with factory grown flowers and call it beauty
uptown jack 