Called by the wind - A thought process

Called by the wind, I came down to the meadow,
Called by the buzzing bee, I felt the honey dwelling down,
Called by the flowing stream, I could hear the glory of heaven,
Called by the ray of light, I could see the beauty of lord,
Called by the nice hay spring, I could sense the nicety of life,
Called by the nature, a little leaf like me could sense -
and feel the nectar of goodness,
What about you, the great man?