Ancient trees rise all around me, tall and proud trunks carrying them into the sky. I dance with arms raised in praise, my face turned to the sky's tears of water and flower petals, uncaring of the wetness in my abandon.
Where the water falls, I hear crystal chimes and unable to resist, I reach out to the crystalline waters, where they chime for me like the sweet and clear music of life. My heart sings with these chimes, and I soar on the notes as if I could myself fly away. What need have I for rules? I am merely free. |
