Pieces of color glints of gold

Tiny bits of glass and stone

Each of them simple each of them small

But non of them look like much alone

But when there together

And fit 

Just 

Right

With each little piece in it's place

When hands come together

And hearts holding tight

So many colors begin to embrace



Hear the Mosaic

Hear the colors dance when

They take a chance and come closer together

The picture is coming together



						     



						     Thanks to Cheyenne