Wishful Thinking!

I wish I could stay as a bud of blossom, ready to exercise the will to bloom and cheer.

Should I pretend to be the roots beneath the earth, grounding everything I touch and bringing stability to life?

Could I choose to be a leaf that travels light, without a worry, to distances but still sticks to its own origin and character?

How about pretending to be the tree that stands tall in the face of any eventuality?

 

I wish I could be a fledgling, curious to spread my wings and venture ahead in my curiosity.

Should I be restless like the spiralling wind, carrying things ahead with my sheer strength?

Could I maybe pretend to be the breeze that whispers through the trees, carrying secrets of distant lands and stories untold?

 

How about being a giant mountain, staring ahead into the future without fear?

Oh, I wish I could be the courage to face what lies ahead, no matter the uncertainty or the challenge.

Could I pretend to be present always, just like silent hope, ready to rise?

Maybe I could be the silence after a storm—a calm that heals and renews.

 

Ah, what if I wish to be the waves in the sea, dancing to the tune of my own will?

Could I choose to be the ripples in still water, existing and always present?

Oh, I wish I could be the endless horizon, always reaching further, reminding us that there’s always more to explore.

 

How about being the sun, shining ever so brightly and guiding the adventures of the new day?

I wish I could be the dawn, always bringing new beginnings and endless possibilities.

Should I be the calming, tender moonlit night, where troubles walk away to sleep?

Could I choose to be the stars that light up the night, silently watching over dreams and guiding hearts?

 

I wish I could be the giggles in the summer garden that bring joy and youth into life itself.

Oh, I wish I could be the laughter that fills the room, bringing warmth and light to any dark space.

How I wish I could be the smile of a stranger—a fleeting moment of kindness that lingers in the heart.

 

I wish so much to be like the cloud that is able to hold on to love and then let go.

Could I have a change of heart and be like the quiet rain that falls gently, nurturing all in its path with patience and care?

 

I wish I could be the music that fills the air, resonating deeply within every soul it touches.

I wish I could be the harmony in a world of chaos, finding balance and peace within.

 

Oh, I really wish I could be… the essence of everything that is brimming with life, flowing freely, yet forever connected.

What I really want is to be someone’s world- and all of the above- for someone I really love.