First Poem

When the wind blows i must go.
When it stops i am here.
When it blows i am there.
For i am one of everywhere.
But you won't find me anywhere.
I am never here or there.
I am everywhere.
But not here.
So look at me while i am here.
Because before you know it.
I will be there.
So look at me now.
Remember me face.
Because when the wind blows.
I'll be without a trace.