in the aftermath it’s as if the sky says, it’s going to be alright
there are those mornings when listening to the rain is the day’s best plan
the grey morning light is fresh and renewed when viewed through rain soaked windows
does it register as we rush through our days; the promise of new life?
it just takes a spark to ignite a fire that’s felt for hundreds of miles
do the flowers see last year’s berries and wonder, is this my future?
we only tend to notice the transition when it is dramatic
for new life to grow we must first learn to let go of the life that was
washed by a spring rain the street becomes a canvas painted by the lights
we find happiness when we enjoy the moment we are in right now
uptown jack 