I hate the cold,
I hate the mold.
I hate the rain,
And arthritic pain.

I hate the snow,
And liquid flow.
I hate the ice,
It's not that nice.

I hate the humid,
Air so fluid.
I hate the weary,
Days so dreary.

I love the green,
A veggies dream.
I love the sun,
Though on the run.

I love the mountains,
And water fountains.
The air so clear,
An ocean near.

I have a voice,
To make a choice,
And though I rattle,
I love Seattle.