How can anyone improve the feathers of a bird?

How can anyone improve the feathers of a bird?
Or the golden locks of my hair?
Or the deep, deep, beauty I see in you?
Or all the natural wonders of this earth?
I don’t think it can be done.

Everything awakens in the sunlight…
But not everything faces the sun…
Some allow the sun to open their hearts and blossom…
Others turn their backs and hide in the shade.

I often consider the image I’ll leave on this earth…
Nope, I’ll never be a saint…
I haven’t turned any stones into kibble (I keep trying everyday…)
I want to be remembered by something else…
Not by what I’ve done, but by how I’ve made people feel.

I wonder what I would wish for if I found a bottle with a genie…
I think I would be afraid to wish for anything…
Why wish when everything I want is just a stillness away…
I guess if I would wish for anything, it would be that you could be like me…
Unbound and free.

Okay, I’m putting the finishing touches on my wondering…
We seem to be all here for the same holy purpose…
So what if we mess up by sometimes by serving meatloaf to a vegetarian…
Messes are easily cleaned up…
And I’m always just beneath you, if you need to destroy any evidence.

I love you,

Annie