Invisible among us,
Moving at any pace.
We can’t see them, just feel,
Hot, cold, cool, blowing around.

They toss leaves, anything loose,
Flying around tossing sound.
Blowing through, choice of street,
Fly through the air, anywhere.
The wind is invisible,
We can’t see it, just feel it.
I like to think the wind is…
Nature’s Ghosts.

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