You Cannot See The Wind
You cannot see the wind. It moves the trees, pushes clouds across the sky, surges waves across the lake; You can hear it-- whispering through the woods whistling 'round windows and chimney pots mourning over hollows in the land; You can witness, as it tears the world by shreds of gossamer and flying signs; sends dust spiraling up into a summer sky; whips leaves, fallen, racing through an autumn field; drives bitter cold and crystals pluming off a rocky mountain peak; nudges nodding budding... Sign in to see full entry.