I always loved this poem

In elementary, the next door neighbor, Lorree, and I memorized poetry to put on a play for our families (I don't think we ever did, though).
This is one I particularly remember...

Who Has Seen the Wind?

Who Has Seen the Wind?

By Christina Rossetti 1830–1894 Christina Rossetti

Who has seen the wind?

Neither I nor you:

But when the leaves hang trembling,

The wind is passing through.

Who has seen the wind?

Neither you nor I:

But when the trees bow down their heads,

The wind is passing by.

Source: The Golden Book of Poetry (1947)

I don't know why it stuck with me. Maybe because of the mysterious magick of swirling winds?