The breeze, the sneeze, the leaves, all blowing from one place.
The grace

The trees, the bees, the dandelions, buttercups the clover that rover just ran over..

You are divine, the light the spark of life.

You are the flower that faces the rays.
You are the seed that grew in the trees.

You are the roaring thunder that grumbles and groans, banging ferociously clapping applaudingly.

You are the wind that sings or brings things to be seen, like the thistle that lands on your toe, or the noise of the crow.

You are the river that flows that grows that crashes and blows, that swirls and whirls to the ocean its flows, to be part once again
ah the journey of discovery.