I want to be something beautiful.
I want to feel my roots grow into something stable and hold me up as I reach higher and higher so that I may, one day, touch the stars.
I want my hair to be moss and the smell of the forest permanently stuck to my clothing.
I want my bare feet to never have to see the inside of shoes again.
I want to experience something  beautiful.
I want to be a fairy that lives in the houses that little girls with tangled hair and wide eyes make for me because they believe.
I want to be able to shrink myself and see a whole new world inside a dead tree and ride on the backs of coyotes as they howl at the moon.
I crave the feeling of being something beautiful.
I want to be the dew that sparkles in the morning light as I hang from the spider webs.  
I need to be something as beautiful as Mother Nature.