IF I WERE...

If I were a Butterfly the Days would seem endless,
As Velvet and Gossamer wings take me ever on.
The Days of Life flown quickly passed and I still move- ever on.

If I were a Woodlark I would fly so High beneath a dawning Sky,
And Seek amongst the Treetops for faded Daffodils.
The Seeking well and Truly Mine, I Sigh.

If I were a Crimson Flower hidden 'neath the Hedge,
I would Look out and See the Sky and feel the Wind a cheek away.
The Looking forth towards these and of all, Seeing why.

If I were the Rushing Wind I would Feel the Sea and Sky,
And Know they all mean more than that-
I have the Right to be, along the Dawning Sky.

IF-
I Were these things I know I wouldn't ask,
How Crimson flowers and Daffodils would See the Bird of Feather.
Nor ask a Reason why the Wind was out in such Weather.
I wouldn't ask, you see, because, between You and Me,
I would already know and never need to gloat and glare for Not one would be as Wise as Me!

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