I want the speed of a summer horse gliding the grass like surfing a tidal wave.

I want to have the power of fire burning the bad and empowering the gladness of good.

I want the confidence roaring lion defending the of happiness and spearing the heart of hell and turning his eyes to ash.

I want the wings of a bird surfing the water almost  setting his eyes on the pebbles looking up above the water glaring at the sun with pride.

I want the calmness of sound surfing the waves of time and hope.

I want the heart of sand and the soft glowing cotton  ribbing against the face of humanity and shining a bright light tanning the pale hearted.

Corrie Young