… If I could be a raindrop, I would kiss each rose of morn;
and slowly trickle down its stem and rest upon its thorn.
If I could be a gust of wind, the kites I’d ride on high,
and hide among the clouds to chase them across the sky…
… If I could be a rainbow, I would follow the passing storm,
and be a colored arch from sky signaling no harm cause it’s norm.
If I could be a butterfly, far and free,
I would touch every flower and flutter close to THEE…
… If I could be autumn leaf, my colors, I would proudly show,
until the chilling winds of winter lay me beneath the snow.
If I could be a snowflake on winter’s harsh breath I’d ride,
and take my pure white blanket and hide at countryside…
… If I could be a sparrow, the sign of spring that I be,
I’d know I’m always protected cause HIS EYES IS ALWAYS ON ME!! …