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
we are wildflowers who are taught to believe that wildflowers are weeds
tomorrow i’ll go but today i want to stop and smell the flowers
dark clouds move quickly but because we’re warned, the storm isn’t a surprise
uptown jack 