she blows...

It brushes against the leaves

Rustles the long grass

Moves across the still waters

It moves that lose paper

From field to field

I cannot see it

But I see the motions it sets in place

Its invisibility is shown in sounds

I hear the leaves,

I see the water ripple as if to wave me on

The branches crack as they sway from side to side

A door shuts close,

Another is forced open,

A bird glides majestically, with ease

It sweeps across my face

My hair flows to its rhythm

For when I beats its drum, the leaves dance,

The branches sway,

And I am amazed

By its invisibility and the power it wields