Across the ebony sky
a streak of light afar.
I close my eyes and make a wish
upon the falling star.
In a grassy meadow
is an old stone well.
I toss a shiny penny in
as a wish I quietly expel.
Among the garden flowers
a dandelion has turned white.
As I blow the seeds into the breeze
my wish goes along in flight.
Atop a layer of icing
glow candles on my birthday cake.
As I proceed to blow them out
a wish I silently make.