If I Could
I am not a poet, but I do write poems for class, when I have to.
I’d fly
Spread wings of softest white
Feathers thick and full
I’d leap
Into the air
Over a green forest
Of summer trees,
Above golden fall valleys,
Gliding past snowy mountain tops
The ground below
Like frosted glass
Dipping down to touch
The fragrant blooms, a kaleidoscope of colors
In a spring meadow
Feathers thick and full
I’d leap
Into the air
And never come down again