The Things You Are To Me

If I held in my hand, every grain of sand
Since time first began to be
Still I could never count, measure the amount
Of all the things you are to me

If I could paint the sky, hang it out to dry
I would want the sky to be
Oh, such a grand design, an everlasting sign
Of all the things you are to me

You are the sun, that comes on summer winds
You are the falling year, that autumn brings
You are the wonder and the mystery
In everything I see, The things you are to me

Sometimes I wake at night, and suddenly take fright
You might be just fantasy
But then you reach for me, and once again I see
All the things you are to me

You are the sun, That comes on summer winds
You are the falling year, that autumn brings
You are the wonder and the mystery
In everything I see, the things you are to me

All the things you are… to me

The song just came to mind while looking at this picture. I took this some time ago during our visit at Skyline Drive in Virginia.