free from all the treetops
and from the world below
my spirits soaring freely
as i feel warm winds blow

dodging with the falcons
and birds in the sky
flying through the clouds
without a reason why

sweeping cross the country
over blueish lakes
into the tall mountains
dancing between snowflakes

and back again quickly
to the world below
where i awaken softly
warmed by the suns soft glow

Penned by my hand on the 18th of Valnuary, in the year 386 AF.