Around me there are many things, they are something,
Together all become everything, not as one as they are different.
If it becomes that all these things around cannot be found,
I am here alone, for the moment it stands that I am everything.
If I disappear will I become nothing and everything is around me,
Everything has so much to it as it is much more than we may even know.
For some everything is before them in their own backyard,
Within their home, everything is not only what they own,
Everything is a love, maybe only that which is important right in front,
Everything just might be all that we see.