I see it all

The big picture is often in the smallest detail.

I am by thought, I am in mind

I am altogether harsh as kind

I am but one and yet in all

once in winter and twice in fall

two times in spring and summer to follow

through happiness, despair, as well as through sorrow

I hear it all, I see all clear

and yet I not and do hold dear

I see the past and times to come

I see it all in a single tear.

The End

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