If I could sit up, with my favorite book, by that dense, shady tree a leisure, mea life, thou art be. If I could hum that favorite tune, as the river flows in rythm, with birds to hum along and birds to see, a pleasure, mea life, thou art be. If I could love, with bounds untested and unknown, without a care and just be free, a romance, mea life, thou art be. If I could travel, absorbing the magnificence, of high mountains and many-a-deep sea, a journey, mea life, thou art be. If I could taste, the different sugars and distinct spices, that sweeten and sting, much like thee, a delicacy, mea life, thou art be. If I could live, with tears more of joy than of sorrow, with smiles not attached to the fulfillment of a plea, mea life, well live, thou art be.