To be a tree or be the sea,
I don’t know what I would be,
A tree stands tall, but the sea flows through it all.
I would be a tree in a ball,
While the sea is still at call,

I could be a tree with my roots in the bay,
Or a tree dark at night, and the sea another day.
Maybe I’d be the sun,
I’d shine so bright; I would give people light.
I could be the rain wash the sun away,
I would provide a good amount of clay.
I do like the idea of the wind,
But compared too the sun that idea is dim.

I don’t know what I would be.
I guess I’ll be any force of nature,
So, I could mold the earth’s structure,
Like a child is molded by its mother.

If I was a tree, I would soon die old,
Where if I was the sea, I would spend three months frozen cold.
Where if I was the sun the clouds would steal my shine,
That would make poor sun cry.
So down comes the rain and there just wished away.
And if I was the wind, I would just cause a struggle,
So, papa would get mad so I would be in trouble.
This is why the force of nature works as a team,
So why can’t we.