It Whirls Around (From, Poet On Www)

It whirls around, All what is of existence; Yet nowhere to be found, Only in by chance. A skin of water air, And loft of flow restless; The clouds of anywhere, With breeze of freshness. It whirls asking, Still there's no question; Impatient in its tasking, Surrounds with suggestion. Puzzles great numbness, A light of empty daze; Sometimes in a glumness, Continues to amaze. It whirls stretching, From the dank woodland; And in the calm relaxing, At ease and in command. A skin of velvet ends, Yet nowhere to be bound; What to a nature blends, And goes around expound.