Presence

Whohas seen the wind? Not you nor I.But the flowers feel its presence as it passes by.With gentle touch the wind's soft kissBestirs the blossoms fair;They nod their pretty heads and shedTheir fragrance on the air.

Who has seen the wind? Not you nor I.But the trees are stronger for its passing by.Their roots are better grounded,More firmly there they stand,Though they were forced to bow their headsWhen stormwinds swept the land.

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