The Wind

The wind blows.
The trees know
As they sway.
The leaves know
As they rustle.
The water knows
As it waves.
The clouds know
As they drift.

The wind blows.
I feel it
Push on me.
I hear it
Rush past my ears
And rustle the leaves.
I see it
Sway the trees
And mound the waves.
And drift the clouds.

But what if
There were
No trees to sway
No leaves to rustle
No water to wave
No clouds to drift?
What if
I was not there
To feel
To see
To hear
The wind?

The wind still blows.