I'd like to be a tree.
I weep like a willow
And the water carries everything away
All my tears, doubts, fears,
Hopes;
I already know what it's like to hide
My face behind my mane.
I could be a birch,
Shy and pale.
Sometimes ponies peel pieces off of me.
I'm not like Mister Oak.
His little acorns grow up big and strong.
I'm a littler kind of tree.
Something with fruit would be nice,
I'll give sweets to birds and foals.
I'd like to be a bird.
I'm halfway there already,
But half pony is too much.
My wings are still, but my heart beats
Like the other hummingbirds,
Somepony might come and clip my wings and put me in a cage.
But ponies already put me in a cage
And I clip my own wings.
I'd like to be a flower.
I would feed the bees
And help them make their honey.
My petals open and hug the sun.
I look pretty and that's enough
For the ponies who look at me.
Nopony ever said a flower wasn't doing her best.
I'd like to be a brook deep in the forest.
I am the same color as the sky,
Mister Oak is a good friend of mine.
He gives me lots of leaves,
And acorns.
Mrs. Willow sips my cool water as I carry them past.
I'd like to be a stone.
If only I could be so strong.
I'm already quiet:
I practice.
But Applejack says
They get in the way.
I don't want to get in anypony's way.
I'd like to be a breeze.
Nopony sees me,
They feel me and say
Thank you.
I'd like to be a jewel,
Sometimes.
I'm not a diamond,
But a colt could work in the summer
To buy me for his marefriend.
I'll stay in a box after they break up.
When she's old she'll take me out and remember being young.
That would be nice,
To remind ponies of when they were young.
I'd like to be sunshine.
Not the sun,
Who has to fly over all of Equestria to shine
Everywhere
(and she does a good job at it)
And who is bright and hot.
I just want to be the hug the sky gives you
When you go outside,
Soft and warm.
My feathers are soft and warm
But I don't have enough for everypony.
I'd like to be a cottage,
My cottage.
Far from town,
But close enough to go to the market for tea,
So I can shelter ponies and animals and make them tea
On a rainy spring day.
I'd like to be a pony.
A normal pony,
Who isn't afraid of so many things
And who can talk to other ponies
And who isn't alone all the time,
Just when she needs some quiet time.
I would still do nice things for my friends.