He belongs to the wind
Son of the wind,
He belongs to the birds of the sky
They sing for him,
He belongs to the beautiful swans,
They like his stride, his face, his smile
He belongs to the Lions
He speaks their language, he is wild that way,
He belongs to the flowers of the field
He picks them and keeps them,
He belongs to the sea
He caresses her so sweetly,
He belongs to the  universe and everything in it,
But he doesn't belong to me