We’re seeing a lot of wind-related stuff today. Right now, sitting here at the window, there’s nothing to see and everything to hear: a constant roaring rush going through the trees and down the street.
Who Has Seen the Wind?
Who has seen the wind?
Neither I nor you:
But when the leaves hang trembling,
The wind is passing through.Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor I:
But when the trees bow down their heads,
The wind is passing by.
