nature made spaces throughout minneapolis where no one can build
not every path will still exist tomorrow travel while you can
when the creek freezes and winter wind slaps your face a new path awaits
the frosted window obscures my view except for where the light breaks though
my head says sunrise my heart says hope and promise they are both correct
standing in contrast to the order we apply nature builds chaos
as the water dries the surface where it once sat is forever changed
the solstice has passed so the days will get longer but winter remains
my eyes filled with tears at the beauty i saw, or was it the windchill
when a branch is cut history and the future are forever changed
uptown jack 