perhaps

it was the wind that carried the whispers along the Sahara Desert at night,
it was the sweats on the sheets when his soul is stirred,
it was the lingering memories that lies in the future,
it was the secrets that the stars kept,
it was the sound of the trees singing in unison,
it was the smell of the rainfall on a summer night,
it was the code given by brother sun for sister moon,

it was the existence of everything that makes the world ever interesting.