*Wind*

this thing

it fly's around

at hundreds of miles per hour

yet disturbs nothing

unless angered

this thing

brings nice smells and sneezes

this wondrous thing

brings friends together

and takes them apart

this thing we depend on

but don't really know it

we can't see it

but we feel it all the time

I know it sounds like it could be wind

its not

its the thing called

love