Le vent

I want to run with the wind. The breeze is my sister, the gust is my mother; the gale is my father.

I want the Sun on my back and my sister beside me as I find horizon's end and all places in between.

I want to go where I am taken; pulled along on a family trip to see mountains and seas, villages and cities.

I want to carry airplanes so that I may travel with them, and maybe lift a rocket so that I can see the atmosphere.

I want my experiences to surround me so that you may know where I've been by my smell.

I want to run with the wind, but do not fear I will be prepared for any turbulence.