• Flying down the hill with speed,
    Unsure of where I'm going,
    Only sure that I am freed,
    And that is my only knowing.

    Dashing towards the river below,
    To plunge into its waters,
    I feel the freedom in my toes,
    Free as a holt of otters.

    Looking down on evergreens,
    From the sky so far above.
    Tossing down a coin with sheen,
    To be caught by a glorious dove.

    In my heart this day won't end,
    Until the sands of time do fall,
    Freedom is a gift of mend,
    And should be shared with all.

    So whenever you have the glorious choice,
    To give the gift to others,
    Bring someone else to rejoice,
    Friends, family or mothers.