Author Blanche Shoemaker Wagstaff I sing with the wind, I laugh with the sun, I am the first star When day is done. I soar with the bird, I pulse with the tree, My soul is the cloud— I lov. . . . I am free! Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments