If I Had Wings, They'd be the Color of Rainbows

If I could fly, I'd have wings the color of rainbows that life me higher and higher until I can see China. 

I’d land on tops of trees, say hello to birds, and ask if I could join their choir.

Butterflies would flock to me, ask if I’m a monarch, and invite me to dance with them above the summer flowers.

I’d follow the stream in the backyard all the way to the ocean, glide with gulls above the great ships as they churn out to sea, and romp with humpbacked whales.

I’d be Peter Pan in the school play, Supergirl in the movies, and jump over the moon with the cow.

On holy days, I’d visit the Taj Mahal, join the faithful in Kabal for Ramadan, and beat drums and chant in Tibet.

I’d soar with witches at Halloween and light giant menorahs on mountain tops at Hannukah.

At Christmas, I’d help Santa deliver presents and decorate trees from east to west and north to south with red and green streamers for Kwanza. 

If I had wings, they would be the color of rainbows, and that’s what I would do.