To Everything There Is A Season

I am a book that was written in February 1965 as the song To Everything There Is A Season by the Byrds, transmitted through the air from every radio station in America. Like the seasons, my story has a beginning, a middle and an end. It has a bright white glossy cover with splashes of pink and red and has been placed on coffee tables for conversation. My pages have never been read cover to cover. Although many people have picked my book up and admired the cover, they have mostly just skimmed through the pages for the highlights and [...]