In all things.

In the spec of dust you carry on your hand.
I share your touch however mundane and bland.
I sway on the breeze when you run away.
I'm buried in mud in the footprint you lay.
I grow in a leaf. I nurish in your blood.
And out again as you fight in anger and might.
I fall in your terror and am left behind.
Back into the earth as you return to the grind.
Invisible alone and yet in all things I am known.