If I could fly I would swim in the river of wind that is my home.
A massive gorge across the land, a scar of mighty girth.
A giant river in its basin, and wind, from the east, or west.
A river of wind, surrounded by mountains and cliffs.
Evergreen trees, and shrubbery, bald eagles take flight.
I would join them, exploring this river of mine all day.
Swimming in its waters, high above the ground.
Till I had seen all that could be seen from all around.