The Wishing Tree

If I chanced upon a wishing tree Where I could shuffle through the leaves And find the wishes ripe for picking Could choose not one... or two,....but three... I would want to take the best with me Not wealth,...or fame...or riches grand But hold three other wishes in my hand... If the power were granted me To break out of my shell Where my imagination wouldn't fail On the doors of my child within If the sky was clear enough And the water still enough If I could step out of my skin To be old...or to be young again So I could see the world through another's eyes And understand a different sky If the knowledge were given me To erase all negativity And have the courage to climb my tree Where I could clearly see that in tomorrow There would lie a place where peace would be I would relish the fruits.....from my wishing tree _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ For Amy Green's contest "Three Wishes"