Another poem

My wife's birthday was last week.  I wrote her the following poem.  I thought other people would like to see it. 

Some people dream

Of soaring like a bird

Through the cool air

In some balmy clime.

Some would prefer to be a tree,

Tall and straight

Giving food to all:

Orange, apple and lime.

Others would roar like lions,

Growl like bears:

Be firm and strong,

And feared in their prime.

For me the choice is easy:

I’d rather be a Snuggy

And have my arms around you

All the time.

Happy Birthday!