I sit under the shade looking for the wind
I cannot see it but I feel its soft touch on my skin
Where did it come from and where has it been
Does it have a story to tell or a yarn to spin
I step out into the sun looking for the wind
I cannot see it but I hear the leaves lightly rustling
Where does it end and from where did it begin
Does it need to apologize for not being seen
I climb into my boat looking for the wind
I cannot see it but the boat is gently gliding
Where is it taking me, what is its dream
Does it matter if no one has seen the wind