Wishes of the World

As I stand here in my meadow, the wind blows to me its wishes; the wishes of the world, and I find myself wishing the same.

I wish I could capture the grace of the trees in the wind and put it in a bottle. I wish I could steal the sweet perfume of the daffodills. I wish I could replicate the birds' flight and sail on the gentle breeze. I wish I could compose music as sweet and smooth as the grass's dance in the flowing wind. I wish I could become the playfull otter floating down the stream.I wish I could breath in the scent of freshly fallen rain forever.I wish I could calm the raging storm in my soul.I wish that this moment of wishes could last for always.