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.
Once she dropped my doll off the edge of a cloud by mistake. It was okay, Other foals had done that too. On purpose. Just in case I forgot I wasn't like them. I cried. It was the first time anypony said sorry.
Little blue flowers grow In my garden. I am the littlest flower among them. Please nopony pick me. Please somepony tell me what the mares feel When stallions put my sisters in their manes Because they care And want to make a promise. Please don't leave me by myself.
Once upon a time you were the smallest white thing in the forest. And I didn’t know what you were And I was afraid to pick you up in my hooves And you were so soft.
At first I thought you were a lost piece of a cloud Not supposed to be there Not a living thing Not a little bunny.
I didn’t know much about taking care of bunnies But that they liked carrots But you ate other things too But carrots are your favorite.
I never loved anything as much as when I met you Or felt so big Or so important Or so here.
I read a story the other day. It was about an earth pony, Her coltfriend was a pegasus. Every time she kissed him, She asked what it was like to fly. Every time he said It was like kissing her.
I watch my friends fly, soar, dive. The other pegasi always say That they love the sky. They way I am supposed to.
My love isn’t wind under my wings. It’s little chicks beneath them, Like a hen. My love is when a dog brings her puppies And lays them at my side.
