Free

I lie in vast fields of green
On the verge of summer
after a long refreshing spring

The summer winds gently tickle
Like a feather at my nose
But spring refuses to be forgotten
and gentle rainclouds blow

It sprinkles lightly in my fields of green
The cold fresh air dances around me
Playful, yet urging
All of it seems so musical to me...

Distant thunder rumbles
Like the beating of a drum
The wind whistles softly
rustling the trees
Brought into perfect tune
with the rain's gentle pattering.

"Smile!" sings the wind.
"Dance!" cries the thunder
"Live..." sighs the rain.

Perfectly in tune, listening close
The harmony of the wilds
guides my spirit and lifts my heart.
Never caged, never limited
Free.