Mysterious, powerful, relaxing; all words that describe the wind

It’s everywhere and nowhere.

So perplexing! 

It’s will, no man dare rescind.

She refreshes more than sun or seas

When she chooses to wear her outer breeze 

Just as quickly she dons her wrapping glove

Enveloping all with winds of love.

She has neither shape nor substance true

But when she chooses to blow on you 

Refreshment comes as morning dew

She dries your brow, brings comfort anew

Would one attempt to harness such 

A wind that blows with healing touch 

There may exist but one who can 

The wind is stunned by by such a man

The smoke will rise 

The wind will calm 

As in smoke like guise 

He puts the harness on.