UNSEEN

                                    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

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