I fly with the wind
And float on the breeze,
Past mountains, o'er plains
And high above trees.
My journey's no length,
For my soul's full of glee.
I soar with the strength
Of all life within me.
I'm lighter than thistledown.
I'm free as a bird.
I glide through country and town,
Never seen, never heard.
But hush now and listen.
For a moment stand still
And you'll see all life glisten
Just over the hill.
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