but that wish was over soon
“Why be a star?” I contemplated.
“When I can be the moon?”
But the moon spends all her time in darkness
That wouldn’t be very much fun
“I no longer want to be the moon!”, I announced
“I would rather be the sun!”
But the sun is bright and hot all the time...
and no air conditioning is allowed
“I no longer want to be the sun!” I claimed.
“I prefer be a cloud.”
But clouds do not control their flight
as they soar across the sky
‘I wonder if’, I thought to myself,
‘That’s the reason why clouds cry...’
As I stood their wishing I could be
the wind, the flowers, the sea
I realized none of these phenomena
could wish that they were me.
‘I must be pretty special’, I thought
‘To have dreams and fantasy.’
So I made one final wish that night
To continue being me.
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