I could walk through the meadow
putting one foot after another,
making the ground move,
letting the sunshine kiss my skin,
trapping a sunflower in my hair.

I could settle down in a cabin
and find fallen pinecones,
and face the blazing fireside,
and live amongst the wolves.

I could love the one who loves me
and the way the clouds move,
and the rumbling thunder
and the green of your eyes.

-my wildest dream