let my focus drift away from the daily noise toward what matters
relax, have a seat breathe deeply; we cannot do more than we can do
my thoughts have escaped on the breeze whistling soft through the pine needles
when we’re done with it we’ll just build a big rocket and move someplace else
there are always clues that today is different and we should adapt
we don’t buy a plum for its tough, purple-red skin it’s what is inside
we look to the past historic experience to guess the future
look at an apple it can be pies, tarts, fritters… or just an apple
to contain nature we must understand nature will not be contained
beauty surrounds us even if sometimes it hides behind ugliness
uptown jack 