Wings

If I had wings
I would open up a wormhole
and nervously slip through.

If I had wings
I would come to school
before anyone else.

If I had wings
I would hover on the roof
and listen in on the staffroom.

If I had wings I would
ascend to the edge of life
and swoop to the centre of the Earth.

If I had wings
I would glide across the beach
letting the sand build up in my feathers.

If I had wings
I would slumber on the clouds until the
light of the morning overcomes the dark of the night.

If I had wings
I would fly over toy shops and see beautiful
stuffed toys in the gorgeously clean windows.

If I had wings
I would touch the tops of the heavens
and taste December’s breeze.

If I had wings
I would search the sea
and find the next Mary Rose.

If I had wings
I would sit on the moon
and touch it’s rocky surface.

If I had wings
I would go far and wide without anyone seeing me
to find the oldest gold in faraway places.

If I had wings
I would eat a piece of cloud pie
with blue sky cream.

If I had wings
I would glide over the houses like a boomerang
zooming across the sky on a sunny day.

If I had wings
I would stroke the tips
of the coldest crystal.

If I had wings
I would never ask how I
got these magical powers.

If I had wings
I would fly up and up to see if the sky
really does go on forever.

If I had wings
I would taste the raindrops
and feel the sun’s heat daily.

If I had wings
I would gather up guns
from the soldiers at war.

If I had wings
I would feel the top of the rainbow
and sniff the scent of the sea.

If I had wings
I would cool everyone down
if they’re hot today.

If I had wings
I would feel the comfort of clouds resting on me
and sleep until dawn when the sun comes back.

If I had wings
I would pick up worms
and take them to the birds…

If I had wings I would
gaze at the evening pink and orange colours
and feel its gentle breeze…