Who are you?

Are you in the clouds that move here and there, are you the rain that they hold?
Are you the flower that just blossomed on the apple tree in the backyard?
Are you the new song that the fisherman is singing?
Are you the same mountain that I climb everyday?
Are you the new rhythm that I keep tapping to?
Are you the cold water from that blue bottle that I keep in the fridge?
Are you in the bread, the one that I bake every Sunday?
Are you the new book that I am reading, that I can't sleep without?

I somehow have a feeling that you have something to do with all these things.
Tell me the truth, will you please?