We call it "Nature"; only reluctantly admitting ourselves to be "Nature" too.
Whenever we lose track of our own obsessions, our self-concerns, because we drift for a minute, an hour even, of pure response to that insouciant life:
cloud, bird, fox, the flow of light, the dancing pilgrimage of water, vast stillness
of spellbound ephemera on a lit windowpane, animal voices, mineral hum, wind
conversing with rain, ocean with rock, stuttering of fire....
~ Denise Levertov
And whenever we omit ourselves from it, we lose.