How elusive you are, blowing through the trees.
Bouncing to and fro among the boughs, your eye gleaming.

You watch me from the canopies above, yet I never see you.
I turn my head behind and you come close.

The sensation of your cool breath upon my neck lingers.
When I look ahead you are gone.

Again my head turns to search for you.
I hear your soothing voice in my ear.

Alas when I search you are not to be found.
The leaves cease to rustle and the branches cease to sway.

There will be other evenings, dear Breeze.