I am a lovely bluebird, nesting in a tree.
I’ll spread my wings to take a flight.
I’ll head right for the sea.
Flying upwards, over clouds, across the land and mountains.
I am the water of the streams,
The lakes, and seas and fountains.
I am the breeze that blows, and cools you while you lie.
The breeze that rambles, rushes, and rolls across the sky.
I am the sun, the moon, the stars,
The planets near, the planets far.
I am the space that lies between,
The waking world and the dream.
Jay Olson 2009