Riddonkulous

I have no voice, yet I whisper through the trees. I have no hands, yet I can touch your face with ease. I travel without roads and wander without feet, Sometimes gentle as a sigh, sometimes fierce with heat. I can bend the grass and make the tallest branches sway, I can carry distant scents from miles away. You cannot see me coming, yet you know when I arrive, And though I have no body, I make the world come alive. I can fill a sail and send a vessel far from shore, Or howl around your window when the storm begins to roar. I pass through every kingdom without asking to enter, And leave no footprints behind wherever I venture.