If you can see the waving grass,
You’ll see me waving, too;
I’m passing with the clouds that pass
And falling in the dew.

I’m engines, ships and cityscapes,
Electric storms and light,
A formula and different shapes,
Each sound, smell, taste and sight.

And, whether you’re aware or not,
I’m what you are as well –
Each baby lying in its cot,
Each saint and infidel.

And, if you ask how this can be,
It’s all because you’re just like me.

Photo by Colin Watts on Unsplash

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