Have you ever wondered
Wondered how it feels to fly?
Would it feel terrifying?
Or frightening?
  Or would you want to cry?
Or would it feel exhilarating?
Would you feel euphoric?
  Or excited?
Would you hear your blood pound in your ears
With fear
  Or joy?

Some might say they would be a horse
To feel the wind whip their manes,
  To rip the ground,
  To sleep under stars.
But I would be a bird
To feel the wind swim through my feathers
  To tear clouds
   To fly under stars.
And I would live among them all.
Wind.
  Clouds.
   Stars.

The wind would fly me to new places
Places I’ve never seen
  It’d explore with me in every nook
   And every cranny.
My nest would be in the clouds
In a cloud cave
  Made with cloud stone
   And cloud twigs.
The stars would twinkle at me
And wink at me
  And I could sink deeper into my nest.
Wind, clouds, stars.
I would live with them all.

Have you ever seen a sunrise on clouds
And wonder what it looks like on top?
Have you ever seen a cloudy night
And wonder if the starlight above
  Catches on the clouds below them
   And glistens
    Like snow?
Have you ever seen a glowing harvest moon
And wished to get closer
  And be devoured by the man who lives there?
I would see the sunrise on top of clouds
I would see starlight catch on clouds
I would fly with the moon
Wind, clouds, stars.
Moon.

If I ever lost my way,
The wind would get lost with me,
  The clouds would refuge me
   The stars would show me the way.
If I ever lost a nestling,
The wind would howl with me
  The clouds would cry with me
   The stars would burn with me.
And if I ever died,
The wind would screech for me
  The clouds would storm for me
   The stars would fall with me
    All of them with grief.
But if I ever lived again,
I would be a horse.
I would still feel the wind
And fly under stars
  And fly with the moon.
But now I would run on the world
The one I had only seen from above
  The wind would still see it all with me
   And the stars would still wink at me.
But instead of slicing clouds, I would tear up grass.
And instead of flying with wings, I would fly with four legs.
  And I would no longer be close to the stars.
And instead of feathers, fur and a mane.
But I would finally feel water crawl over my back
And I would feel a mane sting my eyes.
  And feel the ground beneath my hooves.
I would run to my own song,
Feel the melody in my heart
  And the beat buffer up my legs.
I would race the eagles
And cheat death with mountain lions
  I would feel the swaying grass
   And hear the trees rustle above me
    Not below.
I would see the stars above me
And the sunset
  And the clouds.
I would finally smell the earth and the grass
I would walk with rivers
Instead of flying above them.

And I would learn that there are two kinds of flying.