We are Nature—long have we been absent, but
     now we return;
We become plants, leaves, foliage, roots, bark;
We are bedded in the ground—we are rocks;
We are oaks—we grow in the openings side by side;
We browse—we are two among the wild
     herds, spontaneous as any;
We are two fishes swimming in the sea together;
We are what the locust blossoms are—we drop scent
     around the lanes, mornings and evenings

From "Leaves of Grass" by Walt Whitman

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