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Can You See the Wind: a poem about a village in the Tibetan Plateau

Can You See the Wind?
By Clara Gardner

I feel it as a chilly breeze,
That greets the rising sun.
I feel it as the afternoon heat
That bakes the drying clothes.

I hear it in the laughter of the children
That rings throughout the village
And in the greetings of the elders
That welcome in a new day.

But can you see the wind?

I see it in the dust
That rises in spirals form the well trodden roads.
I see it in the many colored flags
That flutter high above the rooftops.

You can see it all around
If only you stop and wait.