I am the dew that sits patiently on a blade of grass. I am the tree that reaches up to the sky begging for sun. I am its roots that search the earth for food and water. I am the river, the ocean, I am the mountains. I am the wind that flows about touching everything possible, always on time. I am home. Home is me. I live in a little house in the mountains. I have a garden a pond filled with fishes, Many horses come and feed on my land, drink from my pond. It is ours. This is where I live, and yet I am everywhere. I am me and you. There is a reason for my existence, my great cognizance in this unit, Our home.