If I were the bear, deep in the woods, I’d fight for survival And come out on top. I’d take what I need And never give up. I’d show my claws and show my teeth And defend my life till I drop. I’d be kind and caring To my cubs and myself Take time for my own When the air turns cold. I’d use what’s around; use a tree for an itch Search through trees for berries and bees Respect the world like it respects me. If I were a bee, buzzing the hive, I’d fight for what’s right, with my life. I’d be small but mighty, loyal to a fault, Protecting my hive, my family, my home. I’d nourish the flowers in the nearby field Dropping kindness to each one as I go. Then watch them bloom as days and weeks pass And know that soon I’ll do it again. I’d overcome the laws of life Flying when all say I can’t. An inspiration to all around. If I were a tree, maple in nature, I’d weather the coldest snow and fiercest storms. The hottest droughts and drenching floods. My beliefs, my roots, holding me in place. And while I endure the hot sun and pouring rain, I’ll offer shade and shelter to any who ask. From the base of my green hands, life would sprout, Soon to grow to trees themselves. And when it’s time, I’ll know when to let go And let my dried leaves fall, enriching the soil And so that not just I, but everything can survive the cold winter.
