Daughter of the Winds, why do you suffer yourself this mortal guise?
Child you are of exhalted birth, far higher than the greatest of lords and kings
Yours is the kingdom of Sky
Heir to the cloud-throne, with eyes that see beyond the truth of the horizon,
within hold secrets they can never begin to comprehend
tread upon this witching hour, weathered stone and moss of time,
citadel of your destiny, on the cliffdrop awaits
stretch your arms to encompass and embrace the skies
So cast aside your frail shell of flesh to bruise and bleed,
break free from the mortal bonds that hold you earthbound
To walk, no more you need
Leave this world, leave this shadow of your true self behind, daughter
For now is the hour, skysong calling, heed and answer, take to the skies
Abandon your spirit to the air, come ride the winds with me
And fly.

Wind Child
Copyright 2002 Alexiel Au Yong