For I have learned
To look on nature, not as in the hour
Of thoughtless youth; but hearing oftentimes
The still, sad music of humanity,
Not harsh nor grating, though of ample power
To chasten and subdue. And I have felt
A presence that disturbs me with the joy
Of elevated thoughts; a sense of sublime
Of something far more deeply interfused,
Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns,
And the round ocean and the living air,
And the blue sky, and the minds of man:
A motion and a spirit, that impels
All living things, all objects of all thought,
And rolls through all things. Therefore am I still
A lover of the meadows and the woods
And mountains, and of all that we behold
From this green earth, of all the mighty world
Of eye, and ear - both what they half create
And what they perceive, well pleased to recognise
In nature and in the language of the sense
The anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse,
The guide, the guardian of my heart and soul
Off all my moral being.

There is a spirit in all things, it is in their life force, in growth, in time, in being, in existence. An energy that drives and governs. An energy that is palpable, undeniable and real. It is in the smallest amoebae, in the largest redwood tree, in the ant, in the waves of the ocean It moves across the universe in a never ending cycle, it is one and it is separate. It is the soul of the world and you are in touch with it, you are aware of it on a daily basis, but there are some places, sometimes when we are closer to it and some times when we feel far from it. You can not get away from it because you are it, in you around you the soul of the world will not be denied.