Have you ever watched a Spring fawn prance?
 
He kicks up and defies the force that pulls him to the earth.
Have you ever watched a spring fawn prance?

He kicks back and defies the force that pulls him to the earth,

Raising his head to the sky, and bending it low to the sod.

He rears up in an arch, flying forward as dusk of night urges him on.

He is a wild bucking bronco, unfettered and unfurled.

He is free.

I have seen the yearling dance.

I have heard his feet like a heartbeat, slow and rhythmic mirth.

I have lifted up my eyes to hills where he roams, prostrate before my God.

I have run like him propelled as a leaf the wind has rushed upon.

I have leapt untamed from the weight of this world.

I am free.