If the lord had given me wings
Ones with the uniqueness of a butterfly
Then on a mission I could fly
I would orchestrate a Metamorphis
Enhancing Gods marvelous creation
My wings would touch those living in poverty
And disgrace
Being accommodated and embraced by loving open hearts
Our leaders would be mesmerized by my vibrant colours
Encouraging them to seek peaceful solutions to their disputes
As I fluttered over the vast and precious environment
The soft breeze would sweep pollution away
Allowing flora and fauna to expand and flourish
With my shiny beady black eyes
Would be a mysterious healing power
Helping restore health to victims of modern day disease
My antennae would seek sufferers of racism and oppression
Guiding them to a safe and benevolent location
When the entire world was encircled with serenity and love
It would be my time to move on
And to the heavens I would ascend
To look down on all the phenomenal changes
I had achieved
(I wrote this a while back. It won a Very highly Commended in the Dorothea Mackellar Poetry Competitionx x x)
