Ava Zhang

Wings

In this vast world

with much to explore,

we had the misfortune

of being born without wings.

Maybe if we were,

the wind would lift us

into the sky’s safe embrace.

The clouds would be our best friends

and the sun would greet us every day,

the moon would be ours at night

and guide us in the dark.

Mountaintops would call to us,

seas would sing their songs.

We would soar overhead,

skies in our grasps,

and we would dream of the days

the oceans too would be ours.