I have wind in my hair and warm sun on my skin.
I am breathing the freshest of air.
Like a child, I feel free, not a care in the world.
Pure bliss is what it triggers in me.
And at night the moon glows as the night sounds arise.
It’s a symphony that gently flows.
Black-backed jackals and crickets and soft evening breezes.
And stories of ghosts in the thickets.