“I am free as the whistling wind,
As free as the trees that sway,
Into a field of gardens fluorishing,
In a lushful of songs of the wilderness play…
Where I walk forth elated days,
From the vision of a sweet summer flower,
To skies so very blue merry ways…
For I stay succumbed…
Into forever bountiful…
Ever beautiful…
…freedom from here to few and far between place.”