Who can see the wind?
Neither I nor you
But when the leaves hang trembling
the wind is passing through.
Who can see the wind
Neither you nor I
But when the trees bow down their heads
the wind is passing by,
Christina Georgina Rosetti
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I am riding on a cloud
in the middle of the sky, making idle conversation
with the birds who happen by.
I'm uncertain how I got here, But I surely do not care.
I'm enchanted to be floating unencumbered in the air
I may try to catch a rainbow with my rainbow-catching mitt,
build imaginary castles, or do nothing else but sit.
What I do is unimportant, just as long as I can stay
in my chariot of billows on this dreamy summer day.
Jack Prelutsky