I wish that I could be a bird.
That I could fly, that I could sing
That I could touch untouchable peaks,
That I could forget the roads of this earth
And never return.
I would bathe in holy wells,
Swallowing great gulps of bountiful water.
I would sit on the shore of a great lake
And sing a halting song. I would go into a flowering wildrness
And inhale the perfume-laden air.
I would warm the mountain peaks, frozen by centuries of coldness, In a close embrace.
I wish that I could be a bird.