And I did ask Him

There is a water fountain
There is a mountain
There is a tiny part of all things, moving
There are those things to count
There are clouds
There is large part of all doubt, thinking
There is in the sum of all that, in all the math
There that begs me to ask
There in the water fountain
There in the mountain
There in the larger parts of all things, moving
There are things to count
There under the clouds we spend carving
There in almost, disbelieving
There to make me ask
are you there?