Sympathetic

I feel like birds should sing with me
Whenever I am joyful and serene,
While clouds should drop their raindrops heavily
When I am sure the world is cruel and mean.
The grass should grow the greener when I feel
As if I were where I should be forever;
And thunderclaps should loudly start to peal
When I am sure my hopes cannot persever.
When I am lonely, stars should cease to shine
Leaving the moon a solitary light,
Or when triumphant, curling eglantine
Should drop its gleeful odors in the night.
In short, the world should act the way I please
For I desire it should be full of cheese.