Where The Wind Is

Where, where the wind is In the trees or in the flowers In the plains or in the fields In the rains or in the showers In the morning or in the evening Everybody feels when it blows But none can catch or can tame And none can see where it goes In the day or in the dark night It steals through with a move It is dwelling in the dry deserts It is residing in the green grove In the storms and in the calms It shows forms sweet and bitter There is no place it cannot go It is invisibly lives everywhere