Wish I was a windmill, pull energy straight from the sky. And storing it up, warm and satisfied, when the wind could not provide. Setting up something for heroes to knock down, living on a hill with tulips all around. I wish I was a windmill sitting and spinning while sitting on solid ground.
Wish I was a solar panel, so I could live on light. And hold it to warm houses and run calculators into the night. Always having the perfect rooftop view. Glass with light and water pumping through. Crystal clear and pulling power from the elements and giving it to you.
Wish I was a thermos jug, so I could stay warm inside. Or cool in the summer months with secret methods human minds could not divine. A cup on the top to share the essence I hold. A handle on the side so that I could hit the road. I wish I was a thermos jug so I could keep cool, be warm, how do I know?