Always

Always 

Some say the wind is silent

Some say it is unseen

I hear the wind

I feel the wind…always

But to hear the wind, to feel it  

You must listen with your heart

You must listen with your eyes

And nose and ears

The winds of a hurricane assault all the senses

The winds of a cool summer breeze comfort all the senses

The winds of winter carry an odor, a sense

unlike that of summer or spring or fall

Some say the wind is silent or unseen

They only need to sit silently

To allow the sounds and the scent

And the beauty of the wind into their souls.