some things are felt but never seen

he said

like the wind for example

and he smiled deep with his thoughts

and i smiled back

for i had seen the wind that very day

she had been dancing in the sunlush leaves

tousling them with the long sweeping grace of her arms

yes the gentle shape they showed was lovely

she dances for me all the time you know

i never breathe a word or wink an eye

for fear that she might heed a wiser whim

than spare such precious sight for those who stare

his prideful gazing steady stays

but mine sees throughbehind him where she sways

i wonder will he ever turn around

and might he grow the needed pair of eyes

and might i live to see that very day?

-translated from Old Elvish, commonly attributed to Vician Orn the ancient dragonslayer