I would fly high on the wings of the wind
I would sing joyous songs in a treetop
Tuned to the melody of the birds.
I would wave my arms in harmony
With the trees, swaying slowly to the whirl
Of their capricious rhythm.

I would wave a gossamer web to reflect
The prism radiance of the sun,
Or grow golden sunflowers, or buttercups
Popping up, luxuriating the velvet turf.

I would melt in the symphony of the rain
To become a part of the ebb and flow of nature
Or lie outstretched on the warm sand
As the waves swirl and tumble me.

I would gaze upward in awe
At the vastness of the azure skies
Basking in the glory of the universe.

Lena Lewin