Wild Soul
A running stallion, a whispering tree,
This is the sound of me.
A beating drum, a steady breeze,
My blissful, wonderful symphonies.
A singing lady, so fair and true,
or the white bellied dolphins talking in the deep blue.
The chant of Indians, the roar f crowds,
the sound of my invisible wings.
A tiger's roar, a wolf's deep growl,
a lion on the daily prowl.
My heart does sing when my spirit flies, 
more beautiful than the rarest of the butterflies.