Is wishes fell like rain then certainly I’m a storm

A derecho of hope that pours on to a city of flowers, maybe….. I hope. I hope it’s flowers

Or Pouring onto a deserted land now filled.

If wishes shined like light then certainly I’m a komorabe shining through the trees onto a boulder

I hope whoever sits on that boulder embraces the beam of light and treats it as if it’s a spot light

If wishes blew like wind then certainly im a

Sirraco blowing a heap of sand onto the roads

Reminding a pedestrian of the existence of natural cause

Blowing the dessert sand as if it’s my own sand box

Soon will come a day that I will not have to blow

That I will not have to pour that I will not have to shine because I will not have to wish