You don't know me and u know me

As the whisper of the wind, passing your shoulder, 

Your senses arise as the fragrances of‎ oils - anoint the path when u walk towards the flowers of beauty-

The morning dew quenches your dryness and fills something you want to keep as sunrise, rises, rises, rises and you can see just a bit clearer as the dew gives birth to a new day, in the rays of light---

You don't call me a name, I am-