For Granted

The wind rushes by me Teasing in its’ pass Sometimes caressing Sometimes bold and crass Then, moving onward It hugs a maple tree Some leaves of brilliant hue Are tumbled and set free It moves across a field A wind-wave there is seen It kisses blades of grass it finds And all that’s in between Dandelion parachute seeds Ride its’ hidden tides Depositing them here and there New life therein resides And I? I stand in wonder And watch the scene unfold Knowing I’ll not comprehend What through my eyes I’m told I’ve taken it for granted, The Wind, its’ master plan Proving, once again, The insignificance of man.