Like the Wind

Like the wind that softly blows
Flirting with the brown leaves
Just waiting to fall to the ground

The wind- unseen but ever present
Ever present and ever felt
As it hits the glass panes
That shake with a sound

While the man leaves his chair
To push the windows open to see
Waiting to be swept-
Fallen brown leaves on the ground

Like the wind that takes him off his chair
Like the wind that hits his face as the windows open
Like the wind that gives him something to care and mind
Just like the wind that comes and leaves
Never for him to find.