Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Thirsty. Wishing. Soul.

If I had one wish.
One magical wish.
I would wish. and wish.
Not to be a fish.

But, I wish to live in a tree.
Just me and the tree.
That tree and me.
and my two tiny, bare feet.

I wish to pounce from branch to branch.
I wish to swing like I'm free.
I wish to have a great time.
and wish to live in that tree.