UNSEEN I'm all around, sometimes I'll go away, In the morning, a visit, maybe at the end of your day. I've been known to whisper or at times a scream, I push through the trees, perhaps awake you from a Dream. I may go very fast or swirl around, Everywhere Is where I am bound. Since the beginning of time, from then I was born, Always will I be here with an unseen form. Keith Garrett
very nice poem
Thanks for reading.
On Tue, Feb 1, 2022 at 9:35 AM keithgarrettpoetry wrote: