Did you ever dream of trees
Of living in the mountain breeze
To cling to faces made of rock
To float beyond your cabin's dock.
Have you dreamt of flying high?
To wave goodbye and search the sky
To meld with rock and sand and soil
To wrap with oak roots tangle and toil
Have you ever been like me,
And wish to roam the great blue sea
Or look a lion in the eye
To feel it live, to feel  it die
For if you know, for if you've tried
Then nothing makes you run, you hide
But if you still live in fear
Then you don't deserve those dreams my dear.