Ever feel the need to run through the trees
To gather the whispers of breeze upon breeze
Searching for the perfect ledge
To stalk thy enemies heads

Exploration and freewill
Uncharted territories unknown
Revealed to the persistent
Wayward spirit

Freely floating
Without pointless disturbance
Without all work in vain
For the life has meaning
A substance truer than material

The trees
The blades of grass
Grazing over the feet
Of a rested soul

And so i roam
In my life
Not the life of all
Who plague the spiritless realm

For what i find
Never touched by those common hands
Excels even the greatest imaginations

This is the life
The fullest of all
The greatest
One never falls!