If I Had Wings

If I Had Wings

If I had wings

I would feel the big, white, puffy cumulus clouds

that are as white as a snowflake.

If I had wings

I would nibble the rain clouds as full of water

as a big, juicy apple.

If I had wings

I would listen to the birds migrating south

in the sky as blue as the Pacific Ocean.

If I had wings

I would inhale the cool clean air as fresh

as a new rose.

If I had wings

I would gaze lazily at the clouds moving as slowly

by as a snail.

If I had wings

I would dream of flying as high as the thin,

feathery cirrus clouds above me.