We Can--the Wind

I can hear the wind blowing, but I can’t see it.
I can reach out and feel it, even touch it.
I can see the clouds blue and grey moving around the sky,
The wind is blowing, moving the leaves on the trees.
Blowing the branches from side to side. They can’t hide.
Some trees are big and some are small
But that make no difference, the wind blows them all.

Trees are rooted deeply into the ground
And they might not hear the sound.

It spring time so the leaves are falling
Silently from the trees to the ground and
The wind is blowing them round and round.

We can feel it,
We can reach out and touch,
We can hear it
But we can’t see it.