Part of the whole

Stretching back in the chair on a cold winter night, staring at the stars spread over a pallet of pitch black sky. Beyond the street stand still a mountain of trees, plugged in the ground almost unreal. Observing my place of existence, I came to comprehend my belonging to the master piece that surround my being, and so be, we are all part of the same, we are all part of the perfect creation we call "Life".