I cannot gaze upon the wind <br />That tells the leaves to fall, <br />As it gently rocks the leaning bough <br />Of the tree that stands so tall. <br /> <br />It may be all around us, <br />For, it comes and goes at will, <br />Then, suddenly, It’s there no more, <br />When the tree is standing still.<br /><br />John Griffiths<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-wind-15/
