There is summer in the blossoms of spring
There is fall in the green leaves of summer
There is winter in the colors of fall
There is spring beneath the winter snow
There are little pieces of tomorrow
In everything we are today
The dreamer’s dreams past and to be
And within the present, pieces of yesterday

Was the woman in her mother from her birth,
Brought into life by the love of a man?
Herself with a lass waiting inside her
For the love of the man she waited for
We are more than what we are made of
We are pieces of what they will be
When all is done for you on this earth
There will be pieces of you in the ones you love

© 2000 Tim D. Coulter Sr.