A wisp
of hair
Falls out of place
A leaf will fall
Maybe onto your face
The tides come in
The tides go out
It will never change
Without a doubt
It moves the clouds
It moves the seas
It moves everything
That I believe
It caresses your skin
With gentle care
But sometimes it can destroy
And make everything unfair
Our little friend, who moves our lives
Yet we never notice it, as important as it is
What we call wind
Is all of this
