The Wild Thing
I am the wild thing,
You cannot own me.
The world surrounds me now,
But it never claims me.
Deer come down the mountains
To feed upon the snow.
My heart travels with them,
I must go where I go.
Do not dare to cage me.
The breeze must blow free.
I am like the north wind
. I am cold. I am free.
The shining summer sun
would try to warm you.
But hot summer sun sears,
burns, tries to harm you.
I am as hot as the sun,
Cold as winter's snow.
I'd burn you with a touch.
I'd freeze your blood before you go.