To whisper with the winds
Flowing through your hair
Not end up with the bends
When coming up for air.
To run with gazelles and panthers
Slink with the grace of felines
Dodge the titans' antlers
Heal the Mother's vines.
To become one with fleas and birds
Understand all in the world to behold.
Would it be a virtue saved only for lords
Or could it be valued by those of lower molds?
How nice it must have been
When all good things could dance upon the winds.