I want to fly a kite in the windy sky
The cold wind flushing the child’s face with red
I want to ride a brown horse through the open pasture
The galloping speed filling the child’s heart with overwhelming excitement
I want to milk the warm milk of Mother Cow
The sweet milk drowning into the child’s happy stomach
I want to climb big trees standing strong
The fresh scars filling the child’s dripping blood with pride
I want to climb over rough fences defending tall
The ripped clothing patching the child’s tattered spirit
I want to be chased by angry watchdogs
The loud growls thundering into the child’s fearful ears
I want to roll a black, rubber tire down the familiar village streets
The watching eyes gazing upon the child’s escaping joy
I want to light firecrackers under the grumpy old man’s chair
The keen audience laughing at the child’s foolish prank
I want to be in the wild uproar of an angered autumn afternoon
The whooshing wind calming the child’s distressed soul
I want to dance in the warm, wet summer rains
The drip drop of the raindrops welcoming on the child’s awaiting face
I want to dive into an icy waterfall hidden by mist
The freezing water quenching the child’s fiery thirst
I want to smell the sweet nectar of a rose
The drifting fragrance blushing the child’s everlasting happiness
I want to awaken my forever sleeping childhood
The snoozing adventures strangling the child’s freedom