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I want to be like the sunbeams falling through the branches of the forest, like the birds soft soft song, taken by the wind.
I want to be like the moist soil and grass between your toes as you run down the hill, a laugh on your lips.
I want to be like the smooth rocks at the riverbed, like the water flowing past your ankles as you pull up your trousers.
I want to be like the trees holding you up, as you reach for the sky, like the leaves dancing around you.
I want to be like the setting sun, painting the clouds only for you to see.
I want to be like the stars wishing you goodnight, like the moon whose bright light guides you.