Yes, I have danced with the wind...
In my first summers,
The wind and I frolicked in fields of sunshine.
We made dandelion spirits fly to the heavens
And watched as they gently returned to earth.
As my summers grew in numbers,
My wind and I became strong.
We danced headlong to unknown places,
Throwing caution aside.
Those were the summers of my youth.
The summers of seeking.
The wind and I danced a rebel's dance.
Soon the wind softened, We danced to another song.
This dance brought a lover's kiss to my lips,
A gentle caress to my cheeks.
As we danced, I learned to love and be loved.
Many summers have passed and now it is Fall.
The wind whispers to me and holds me close.
It has become a soft, warm breeze and sings to me.
While we wait to dance our final dance...
Yes, I have danced with the wind...
