She closed her eyes she could here the music from a distance Breeze, sitting on the bench Breeze, she thought, who made it where did it come from? What brought it there? where would it go? what would it do? Breeze, that could turn into a wind, into a storm, raise dust where it flew Breeze, that danced like it knew that that distant song she could hear the Breeze that made things dance gently on its infinite unpredictable path Did the breeze have a voice she thought or was it just the music rhythm and rhyme Did it see the colours it washed in its path like she could Did it know the calm, the smiles it brought to many a heart in pain, to many tormented on an otherwise harsh day, to those who need that breath of fresh air. P ā r ā m: Breeze,Wind, Hope, Wish,Dream and so much more.