To the moral of the story, I can be your trickster
You can be my missy, I can be your mister,
Let me be the twister, be the wind all around me,
surrounding, raging a storm and astounding,
A maelstrom of air compounding, breeze by breeze,
leaves on trees, you can dance on me,
and we, can see, our future so clearly, vividly,
creating a 'you and me' into 'we'.
thus, simply, living contently.