The Make-Believer

I wished I could just stand upon a hill, spread my arms out wide and right there sprout big powerful wings. Flap them up and down practicing my stance and then show all the beautiful colors of my feathers as I swing soar and dive barely touching the earth. Jet back up to dissappear into the puffy clouds joyously laughing as the creatures of the winged-world clap and dance as the child they know as gentle returns home to the angels.