Gimme’ the sun.
Gimme’ the wind.
Gimme’ the ocean.
Gimme’ the land.

For it is all,
that I hold dear,
but I’d also,
like to hold it near.

Gimme’ the rain.
Gimme’ the snow.
Gimme’ a heat-wave.
Gimme’ some cold.

For all of these things,
have molded me;
over generations,
through eternities.

Gimme’ my love.
Gimme’ my life.
Gimme’ a hope.
Gimme’ a breath.

For these I need,
to carry on,
as anyone,
calling themselves human.

Gimme’ no sorrow.
Gimme’ no pain.
Gimme’ no anger.
Gimme’ no hate.

Unless, of course,
you take it from another.
For I may be bold,
but can be humble,
and if given the choice,
‘tween me and you
I’d choose the latter,
hoping you might too.

For only then might we be even,
and only then might others see,
that if we all gave so freely,
none of us would know need.