Weightlessly you leave the ground

Hanging gently in the breeze;

you lift your head to face the stars and catch the wind above the trees;

Over the mountains, over the hills,

The changing horizons, you drift through the walleys

reaching for distance, floating alone,

like an eagle at midnight, under the stars.



Through frozen eyes you see the hills

go rolling by, your spirit fills with wonder

and the freedom to roam the winter sky;

you drift into the fragrance of the forest

swaying gently down below.



The warm glow of a willage sleeping silently;

You rise to meet the bleakness of the mountains

that roll into the distance,

a ghost upon the north wind bound for nowhere,

to meet the rising sun.