Two Wishes

I have two secret wishes, though, I suspect, they are secrets no longer; one is to be a tree, the other is to be a superhero. It occurs to me that they are connected on a fundamental level, at least in the way my logic functions. In my very first post, I believe, I attached my 'study of tree,' and find its content sufficient for this cause. I often slip into daydream of the things I might be able to do, things far beyond the acceptance of mind; to touch the brick of a hospital and heal all within, to fly, to comfort, to protect, to uphold justice, to feed and clothe, and remain anonymous behind a cleverly unwrapped persona. There are times when I feel so close to these ideas, these dreams, that I sit and wait to levitate from my resting place and begin a new task, a new phase. But alas (sigh), I sit firmly planted- a victim of gravity- and slowly grind away from the inside.
Every spring, before the leaves bud, I renew hope that this year I will be unshackled and sprout in season, bear fruit in season, and lose my leaves in turn.