It'll turn on a 

dime like cash slipping through a 

hole in your pocket 

Rustling leaves and small

waves breaking on water's edge

bring serenity 

Let the sun burn off

the mist to reveal mountains,

distant, beckoning 

Civility's been 

choked out like some rube in a 

dark city alley

No fairytale this,

when nature's beauty is curbed

by this nation's beast

Shake the trees and watch 

'em fall from their high branches 

and tumble to earth 

 Silver shimmering 

on the water is more real

than the coins you chase