I am noone,

I am not here,

You see nothing,

Its the wind you hear.

Its the rustling of leaves,

The sigh of the stalks,

The whisper of footpads,

The groaning of rocks.

Its not me that whistling,

I'm not running away,

I'm not tired of life,

I'm not hiding from day.

I am not special,

I'm one leaf on a tree,

I am trying to tell you,

I am only me.