Wandering

I wander and I wonder,
At the wonders I am seeing.
And I wonder if the wonders
Ever wonder about me.

I look upon the gusting wind,
That's blowing all around me.
And yet the more I look,
The more that wind, I do not see.

I think that I can here the sun
Shine on the leaves above me.
And yet when er' I strain my ears,
The sun shines silently.

It seems that I can taste the sky,
That silently surrounds me.
But when I stop and sit and think,
I know it cannot be.

I smell the fragrance of the moon,
Which sends its light to guide me.
But when I waken from my sleep.
The scent comes not, you see.

I feel the stars which shine so bright
Beyond hill and dale and sea.
And yet, when I stretch out again,
Their touch comes not to me.

And so I spend my days and years
In wandering by the sea,
And searching in the forest deep.
For wonders, just like these.