I sit under a tree on a hillock of soft dewy grass
My face caressed by the gentle breeze
My windy friend, whence came you, whither are you headed?
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A very beautiful poem with sense of tenderness.
Thank you, Cigeng. I have always marvelled at the wind which one can feel but cannot see!