I don’t want to have strings

I want to hug trees

I don’t want to pull strings

I want to embrace a mountain

I don’t want to be a slave

I want to listen to the ocean

I don’t want to be a master

I want to contemplate clouds

Everyday I sit and pray

And whisper to my Wind-Angel

Bring my power back

To converse with cats and horses

Glide with birds

Swim with fishes

The secret way of rapture