i long to race the sunshine
and be part of the breeze
i long to be a moonbeam
that dapples on the seas

i dream to feel the thunder
that echoes with such might
and know the brilliant lightning
that flashes through the night

to be the very color
that keeps the world so green
to be each nodding flower
is my especial dream

before my life has ended
and i must bid adieu
i long to be a rainstorm
and share each drop with you

(also printed in echoes)

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