You can…

 

you can run high above mountains and trees

…so close to the sun that you may feel its breeze

 

you can swallow all-in the springs in your veins

… to feel their soft  murmur inside your brains

 

you can, with your forehead, the sad clouds caress

… to rain or to snow, feeling all the distress

 

you can vibrantly wear the grass and the flowers

…always carry within the colours, the bowers

 

you can deeply inhale the wind and the gales

…eternally wander the waters, the dales