You can’t hear the wind
Only what it hits.
You can feel the wind
As it hits you
In the face
Saying I am here
Hot and cold
Dry and wet
It hits
Gentle and comforting
Fresh and fragrant
From what it hits
No it is quiet as a breeze
Silently blowing
Until it hits the trees
Who whistle hum and sing
That we begin hearing
The Wind