the day’s frustrations fall away in the face of delicate beauty
we try to adjust our eyes to see in the fog we should use our ears
for hours each day the morning glory shows off for cars that can’t see
we would never ask the squash plant to grow apples but we might think it
a mental health break is really just a cat nap with a fancy name
there is always hope before peeling an orange that it will be sweet
i greet the sunrise halfway through my first coffee the nights are shorter
nature can force us to take a break and step back while it refreshes
nature’s graffiti would be a flower growing on an ugly fence
the flower worries not; the sun will always shine eventually
uptown jack 