Moving Pieces
We are the moving pieces
Pictures, paintings, memories
We are clouds forming to fade
And leaves flying off the trees
We are sprouting from the earth
And returning to the ground
To the streams that reach the sea
To the wind and its sweet sound
We are the moving pieces
Let your breath flow out and in
Feel the touch of someone close
And their kisses on your skin
We are the blood that dances
To the beat played by each heart
We produce the love and hate
That can heal and tear apart
We are the moving pieces
In cycles of fall and rise
Time lives in passing seasons
And wrinkles that wrap our eyes
While here, we take the journey
To find out what life can bring
We are the moving pieces
Connected to everything