Under a wide open sky beside a cool clear stream. I lie on a blanket and watch the clouds roll by. From horizon to horizon, no one can be found. I see only sweeping grass and a few lonesome trees. When all things are said and done, would a mansion be better. Would I be happier enclosed by four walls? People amass gold and silver, only to see it slip away. I sit in a tent on a piece of earth. I have what I need to live and perhaps that is enough. If more is required then nature will offer it to me. So I look at the sun as it sets and think of where the feet of many have walked and are now faded. The earth is still here and the are gone. What did they need to live and where is their mark? If not for memories of them, they would not have been at all. So I will sit a while and look at the gifts I have been given, then find rest in a small space that I have set for myself. Tomorrow, I will awaken under the same sky and again wonder, how much space do I really need.