Wings

 

I want to be a butterfly;
On matching wings I'd flutter by.
Rise from damp earth to summer sky,
Reach up and touch the clouds on high.

 

I want to be a bumblebee,
To buzz around, unfettered and free
From grass to flower to leaf to tree,
Ah yes!  That is the life for me!

 

I want to be an eagle white
With bald head and wings for flight.
I want to soar at a great height,
To fly up to the sun so bright!

 

I cannot do any of these things
For I was born without two wings.
But in my dreams an angel sings,
And who can say what tomorrow brings?