it was a loud crash the tree fell in the forest but nobody heard
we tend to forget all of the wind and the rain as the storm clouds pass
the raindrops that fall on the flowers’ petals are the ones we admire
imagine a bird trying to carry its shell the rest of its life
as the flowers fade the industrial buildings pay no attention
just like the weather our lives are predictable minutes at a time
as i watch the bee fulfill its purpose, i’m glad i do not know mine
we used to believe that all lights in the night sky were mystical gods
a lime and some ice few things are as refreshing as cool summer rain
to observe nature and feel humbled is to stand in one with nature
uptown jack 