I'd Like To Be A TreeView OnlineI'd Like to be a TreeI'd Like To Be A TreeI'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.
For AngelView OnlineI'd Like to be a TreeFor AngelOnce 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.
SorryView OnlineI'd Like to be a TreeSorryOnce 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.
Forget-Me-NotView OnlineI'd Like to be a TreeForget-Me-NotLittle 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.
Under My WingsView OnlineI'd Like to be a TreeUnder My WingsI 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.
Zoo-NoodleView OnlineI'd Like to be a TreeZoo-NoodleDiscord, my zoo-noodle, My living doodle, I love you oodles.
ChatterView OnlineI'd Like to be a TreeChatterI like conversation. I like chatter and talk. Even a bit of bustle doesn’t bother me. I like it when the birds do it. I listen to news from the larks— It’s gossip really. I don’t even mind arguments When they’re about who gets a nut. I usually have nuts in my saddlebag.
Softly SleepView OnlineI'd Like to be a TreeSoftly SleepNighttime is here, So sleep, my dear. Lie there so sweet And softly sleep. Cry no more tears, Mama is here. Lie there in peace And softly sleep. Forget your fears, Dreams bring you cheer, All that you need, So softly sleep.
I Love the Slimy ThingsView OnlineI'd Like to be a TreeI Love the Slimy ThingsI love the slimy things That crawl along the ground, And slither, hiss, or sting, And things that make no sound. I love the lumpy ones With scales or too much hair, Who have a scent that stuns And lurk within a lair. These animals all love Themselves—deserving more, As much as any dove For ponies to adore.
The Last LullabyView OnlineI'd Like to be a TreeThe Last LullabyHush now, little critter, Just listen to me sing. You're leaving all that's bitter, Don't worry for a thing. I will hold you tender. And we all will cry. I want you to remember That mama is close by. Now sleep is softly coming And night is drawing near. Wherever you are going You'll always be my dear. Goodnight, goodnight, I love you, My precious little one. I've been so blessed to have you Until your days were done.
The NewsView OnlineI'd Like to be a TreeThe NewsI get my news at the spa. When I've had a good massage, And I'm soaking in a bath with my friend, I can almost relax enough To not just listen for my name.
What Love is There In Making Sense?View OnlineI'd Like to be a TreeWhat Love is There In Making Sense?Once upon a time you said "What fun is there in making sense?" And that was funny to me. To me you make perfect sense, The way you see the world And love it so much That you want to make it all A part of you, that everything Is beautiful enough to be in your body. And if that doesn't make sense Then let's ask together "What love is there in making sense?"
BluebirdView OnlineI'd Like to be a TreeBluebirdShe is as blue as the sky— Bluer— So blue it burns. Up there is where she belongs Up high in all that blue. It's all her. I don't know why She stays down here With me. I don't think I ever will. I don't know how to thank her either The closest I've come Is naming a bluebird after her Who isn't as blue, But is quick And loves to perch on my back To listen to me sing.
YayView OnlineI'd Like to be a TreeYayYay for all my friends. Yay for birthday parties. Yay for a quiet tea time with a good book. Yay for juicy, delicious apples. Yay for the one who will always be there for me. Yay for the beauty in the world. Yay for a bright, lovely day. Yay for sweet dreams at night. Yay for enough chaos to keep things interesting. Yay for my critters. Yay for all the world's critters. Yay but not too loud. Yay.
