Oh, lucky wind! How I envy you.
You can run your fingers through her hair
Whenever you desire.

And moonbeams can caress
The silken skin I yearn to touch.

Vials touch your sweet lips a million times -
And a million times I've wished to be a vial,
That I might do the same.

But lucky, lucky me! I get to follow you around!

And OH, how I LOVE to watch you walk. -sparkle-

Penned by my hand on the 3rd of Lanosian, in the year 81 MA.