Gentle Wind:

Oh Gentle Wind
That blows the leaves,
That very wind
That brushes me,

I always thought
I often wondered,
How do you tell
One from the other.

For one is seen
And one is touched,
So which is best
And which is luck.

Oh let me think
Or let me chose,
For neither one
Do I ever lose.

For each is equal
A touch a glance,
Both are beautiful
A random chance.

Each one surpasses
The time before,
That gentle breeze
Will have in store.

Will it whisper
Or will it move,
Will it stop you
In your shoes.

For eyes have seen
And cheek have felt,
That gentle breathe
From my heart melts.