The wind - it whistles where it wants,
And no one gets to see it.
It tears and teases, throws and taunts
Like you would not believe it.

Space is something that's unseen,
Transparent to the stare.
Invisible to human beings,
Though it is everywhere.

Microbes make a mega march
Right before our eyes,
But we can't see their end or start
Because of their size.

Spirits sprinkle special stuff
So we can see the way,
And though around us all so much,
We never see a face.

The list is long; a lot to learn,
But way too little time.
And for all the things you yearn,
You can't touch them in your mind.