One of these days, I'll fly away,
my wings spread far and wide.
No wispy clouds above my head
will stop my gracious ascent.
The wind will sway with me and kiss
my white down affectionately,
and to the moon, my body will soar,
away from dust and soil.
Your words, those branches,
those spiny twigs,
won't reach me in the sky.
The wind will shield me
from their graze
and lift me to the stars.