You can’t see it with your eyes, but you can feel it.

It dances in the wind,

whispers through the trees,

flows in your breath,

and glows in your heart.

It’s not a person or a thing.

It is how everything knows what to do:

how flowers remember to bloom,

how birds find their way home,

how your heart beats without thinking.

It’s gentle and quiet.

It’s kind and patient.

It never runs out.