For indeed, you are the tree's and plants, and the bugs, birds, and antelope who roam in herds. You are the rocks and the soil, the colonies of ants which work in tandem working with work chants. You are the leaves who take the sun and the water to build and build, to the sky with wood and bark. And I, I merely pass you by, in the canopies, fleeting as I am, like the moment in which I come.