If only i could ...

I'ld rather be the Pacific Ocean than the Dead Sea -

the farther i can go, the more i'll see;

I'ld rather be the little fish that swims free -

if i can't be the roaring river or the sighing stream;

Or the humming brook, if the soaring seagull i too can't be -

i'll even settle for the rolling pebble that laughs so free:

Rather than be rooted to the ground, like a big oak tree,

or be trampled underfoot, like a weed or reed or an unwanted wild breed ...

I'ld rather be a pretty butterfly, to flitter and flutter from flower to flower

than to be a busy buzzing bumble bee, to be buzzing busily by, feared for my sting!