Poetry: the wind

No one has ever seen the wind,
Needless to say me and you.
But when the red scarf is flying,
We know that the wind is teasing me.

No one has ever seen the wind,
Needless to say me and you.
But when the grass is swinging,
We know that the wind is playing with the grass.

No one has ever seen the wind,
Needless to say me and you.
But when the willow branches are shaking,
We know where the wind is.