in going to seed the next generation is allowed to flourish
i often wonder if things that look abandoned actually are
in turbulent times we dream of blue skies and hope that x marks the spot
we change the landscape to suit our needs; then must fix the changes we made
some signs we ignore others need to be taken more seriously
before the next storm hits the news, we could use a moment to dry off
i can sit for days watching everyone else in constant motion
it’s easy to miss subtle beauty in amidst attention seekers
if you asked the wood it would likely say to you i’ve always been free
it is exhausting trying to find some quiet amid all the noise
uptown jack 