the hand of nature over time makes all things rough around the edges
when there is a break in the clouds, some will believe the storm has passed by
even if the storm passes me, it still affects someone i may know
when you find yourself intrigued by the day to day you have found yourself
the flower opens each morning the bee arrives neither wonders why
i’ve heard the tales told that out beyond my window the world, it still turns
to see a flower blooming where it chose to grow sends a message: hope
hidden in plain sight surprises aren’t, really if we understand
worries of the day can wait; the sun is rising and i will be there
rain on the window pane, drops vie for attention with white clouds / blue sky
uptown jack 