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.