Colour of the Wind

I can’t see the wind

But I know that it is there

I feel it upon my face

I feel it blowing through my hair

It changes with the seasons

Warm and cool and cold

It changes with direction

East, West, South and North

I know that it’s eternal

Whether a slight breeze or storm

The one thing that I wonder

Looking through these sightless eyes

Is that I can’t help wondering

What colour is the wind