My respiration and inspiration…the beating of my heart…
the passing of blood and air through my lungs,
The sniff of green leaves and dry leaves, and of the shore and
darkcolored sea-rocks, and of hay in the barn…
The delight alone or in the rush of the streets, or along the fields
The feeling of health…the full-noon trill…the song of me
rising from the bed and meeting the sun.
Walt Whitman – Song of myself