Don't be like the wind, who we cannot see
soft is her touch, her dance is all we feel

Don't be like the moon, the goddess of the night
she's only out to play, when our eyes are no longer bright

Don't be like the scent, she is the greatest mirage
always ready to grant us pleasure, she's impossible to catch

Don't be like the snow, the mistress of winter
she knows how to make us chill, but never around in the summer

Don't be like the sweet words, forever full of promises
saying what we want to hear, but empty like a meal without garnishing

Don't be like the fire, she's the hottest of them all
her flicker is oh so enticing, but her touch will burn through all

Don't be like the melody, she knows how to make us fall,
we love it when she does her thing, but she'll never pick up our call

Don't be like the butterfly, we know she's way too pretty
always dressed up beautifully, but she only cares about flowers

Don't be like the shooting star, she may grant our wishes
to wait for her is to wait forever, so who will do the dishes

Rather be like you, with all your imperfections
we know we may not have the best one, but with you we have direction