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I love the stars…the moon…the sun…the clouds…the wind…the flowers…the sea.

When I was growing up they were all mysterious…and special to me.

There was a time within my youth…from all of these my wishes stemmed

an innocent time…not so long ago, when I wished that I could be them.

But the wishes of a child are capricious…innocent…impulsive…not complex

and those wishes changed quite easily…from one wish to the next.

My first wish was to be a star. I loved the way they shined…but that was over soon.

“Why be a star,” I thought to myself, “when I could be the moon!”

I loved the moon but she spends all her time in darkness

and I thought, ‘that wouldn’t be very much fun.'

“I no longer wish to be the moon.” I announced. “I’d much rather be the sun!”

As much as I loved the sun, she’s too hot 

and up there, I imagined, no air conditioning’s allowed….

“I no longer wish to be the sun.” I exclaimed. “I’d rather be a cloud.”

And though I loved the clouds…

they don’t control their flight as they soar across the sky.

which made me wonder if that could be the cause…the reason that clouds cry.

As I continued making wishes to be the wind…the flowers…the sea

I began to wonder if any of these…ever wished they could be me.

If any of these wonders of nature…on the land below or the sky above

has a mind…a heart…a soul…has the ability to love.

Which made me think I must be pretty special…

to be able to wish…to dream…to hold on to a fantasy….

and so my final wish was to be happy…

as I continue being me.