If I were a bird,
I would fly so high,
you'd think I were in heaven.
If I were a cat,
I would sleep so sound,
you'd think I passed away.
If I were a tree,
I would sway so delightfully in the wind,
you'd think I was dancing.
If I was the wind,
I would blow sweetly through the trees,
you'd think I was singing.
And if I were a lowly worm,
I would slime the gound,
and make you think I was an artist.
But I am neither, nor all of these,
I am a human wishing.
Wishing to be a bird, a cat, a tree, the
wind, or a lowly worm.
And if I were any of these
I would wish to be another.