About the wind
From here where I am wondering
In
How it endlessly whips through the hair of the willow lace
Calms the desperate sigh of the wandering mind
As its own embrace
Reaches across every state and barrier
Being felt by many whose hand will never hold  
Yet wonder about the leaf born trees
From rock and acorn, stem and root
I don’t wonder about their noise or leaves
For the wind is behind it all
I see
Just as you are motionless
Silent to me