By Talin Mari
If I could…
If I could fly, I would soar high into the sky. I would fly over the Empire State Building. I would touch the pointed needle on the building to see whether it is really sharp or just an illusion.
If I could climb without any tools, I would climb the trees in the rainforest. I would climb to the top effortlessly and confidently. I would peer into the rainforest like any jungle monkey and grab a vine to swing from tree to tree.
If I could sing with an angelic voice, I would perform in an opera house. I would sing in every language, understanding and feeling all the phrases that float like bubbles out of my mouth. I would rise to the tips of my toes as my voice gently flows into the room with no form of shyness.
If I could be a flower, I would be a rose. I would smell so sweet that no one would resist putting me on display. I would listen and hear the love that surrounds those that gave and received the rose. I would hear their story and it would be mine to keep in the calm tranquility of my beautiful vase.
If I could be, I would be me. The flying, the climbing, the singing, the flower are all a part of me. There is no if….