the flower worries not; the sun will always shine eventually
two vines, intertwined the squash, the morning glory sharing the same fence
every storm cloud eventually passes we should remember
the flower opens when it is ready, and not a minute before
the storm cloud has passed but we still check the forecast before heading out
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
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
we don’t need to guess what a boat is, even when sitting on dry land
uptown jack 