Make us like birds; the kind that dance and dive without abandon. Make us like a last second parachute. Make us like rockets and fireworks and birthday cake candles. Make us like the ocean, which throws casual waves that collapse entire cities just because he wants to. Let us be like the soil run to mud, let us be like the water melted and the seed hatched. Let us be like birds, and fly away. And let us not be afraid to fly away, because we will return with stronger wings.