If I could be weather
What kind of weather
Would I be?
I'd like to be the wind
Fresh off the sea…
That's what I'd like to be
I could lift kid's kites
To dizzying heights
Make them as proud as could be
I could tousle the hair
Of maidens so fair
Be playful as I could be
Or rend the leaves from the trees
Let them ride on my breeze
A pleasure for both them and me
But then I think of the snow
That the cold North winds blow
I begin to reconsider what I want to be
Perhaps better t'would be
Sunny days and slight morning haze
Mist o'er bog or fog upon sea
So many options and ways (Oh me!)
But by nature I'm simply capricious
Love weather and winds warm and raw
Sooo, I'm not sure whether I would (or should)wish
…To even be weather at all…
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