Who Has Seen the Wind

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


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