The aster greets us as we pass With her faint smile.

Beside the brook and on the umbered meadow, Where yellow fern-tufts fleck the faded ground, With folded lids beneath their palmy shadow The gentian nods in dewy slumbers bound.

The Autumn wood the aster knows, The empty nest, the wind that grieves, The sunlight breaking thro' the shade, The squirrel chattering overhead, The timid rabbits lighter tread Among the rustling leaves.

Chide me not, laborious band! For the idle flowers I brought; Every aster in my hand Goes home loaded with a thought.

All of these groups are concerned about the same general set of things, namely what's happening to Michigan and how do we get where we need to go better, easier, faster, quicker, with fewer people hurt.

There is compelling evidence of serious state intervention.