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Transformed Self Testimonials

I WISH I WERE A FISH by Miss Vivienne

I wish I wish, 

I wish I were a fish,

So I could swim down deep

and watch the mermaids sleep.

 

I wish I wish,

I wish I were a dragonfly,

Darting between the two worlds of earth and sky.

 

I wish I wish

I wish that a tree I could be,

Less distance between god and me.

 

I wish I wish,

I wish I were a daffodil,

In yellow glory on lakesides hill. 

 

I wish I wish,

I wish I was a gentle duck,

Floating softly above the cloying muck.

 

I wish I wish,

I wish I were a wattle tree,

daubed in yellow gold,

Hearing all the secrets that the bees have told.

 

I wish I wish,

I wish I were a water sprite,

Laughing and giggling till dawns earliest light.

 

I wish I wish,

I wish I could rise with the moon,

Deep and Still and Free,

And live forever in the holiest part of me.

 

All these parts do make a whole,

And without them,

My tale could not be told.

 

Miss Vivienne
TS - September 2008