To tame a wild hare at sunrise, to catch a star as it shoots across the sky or stop a tornado by grabbing hold of its eye. Yearning of heart doesnβt hold it still. Ah, but to love it and quiet itβs will, would be to dance with the wind and make love to the moon, inhale the flowers, relish honey from a spoon. To lay oneβs head, but to rest in a lap warm and secure, cradled in love forever to endure