Wishes on the wind

River running wide and long,
I wish that I could sing your song.

Pine tree growing, tall and thin,
I wish I were a needle, sharp as a pin.

Wildflower, small and blue,
I wish to be a flower, too.

Hawk spiraling overhead,
I wish I was a feather, long and red.

Hills loping westward towards the setting sun,
I wish I sunk when the day was done.

Reed bending in the breeze,
I wish I could snap, rustle, and then freeze.

Snow falling softly in the wind,
I wish the rain and sky were my kin.

Waves overlapping in the great blue sea,
I wish I were anyone but me.
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