as the wind changes direction, we can almost see the ice melting
what we need to see is often not the same as what we’re taught to see
sometimes time will stop we ignore it and push on when we should stop, too
night fades into day and we miss the transition when we’re not looking
after a few days the lemons that life gives you can be thrown away
you can hear the wind amid the modern chaos telling you, “be calm”
look at a mountain difficult to climb, then see it’s only a tree
it isn’t silent – machines work in the distance – but it feels silent
nature doesn’t need snow to gather on pine boughs yet it still happens
the pine tree cares not where it is planted, only if it can grow there
uptown jack 