I wish I was a lovely flower
beloved by a kind gardener
From tiny seed dropped in the soil
until back into the earth I could go
I wish I was a sturdy elm
grown from a hardy nut
Buried by an industrious squirrel
forgotten but growing 120 feet tall
I wish I was an ocean wave
peeking above the golden sand
Splashing beachgoers to and fro
then returning to my salty domain
I wish I was a soft white cloud
floating above countries great and small
Providing shade and sometimes rain
before falling and rising again
I wish that I was the luminescent moon
shining bright through the darkest night
Chasing the sun around and around
joining briefly at dawns first light
Gypsie’s Wonderful World of Words 
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