Who has seen the wind
as it travels through the sky
for nether I nor you, can ever see it fly
yet trees and flowers sing
the wind, has passed us by
and yet we hunt and search
over all this lonesome world
to claim as our own, to place our life
impearled
hands empty and curled
yet I can hear its voice
coming from parts unknown
I hear it sing a song, as it descends from
its throne
the gently passing swan
a loss seeps to my bones
For now, I have seen the wind
As it travels through the sky
I saw it touch the earth, I stood and
watched it die
As trees and flowers sang
the wind has passed us by