Fly and Float

Wish I could fly and float in the air, Swirl around; blow far and near, and fly above lofty mountains, and touch the Himalayan heights as tiny grains, On the grassy meadow, I'd orbit and spin, And rush toward my home to win, And my voice will echo in fathomless valleys so deep, And sing a song that puts grief-stricken to sleep, And when a tiny seed of anger turns into a towering tree, And streams of tears turn into a deep sea, In thoughts of anguish and a heavy heart's cavern, My voice soothes and turns into a tranquil tavern, Being the hawk and bird of Jove, I'd fly to spread a wave of terror and love. To equilibrate the peace between foes, And whosoever turns his odium eyes and brows.