wind whispers - rustling leaves <br />regardless of ears to hear; <br /> <br />fragrance lingers on the breeze <br />tho no one's nose be near; <br /> <br />sunset blazens evening skies <br />no matter if eye should see; <br /> <br />these thoughts, therefore - i surmise <br />without mind - still would be.<br /><br />moon batchelder<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/without-mind/
