I loved days like these.
The sunny days, where I could run and play.
I can become a queen of the entire land, ruling with a golden crown.
I can transform into a butterfly as I flutter through fields of flowers.
I can be a lioness, stalking my prey in the heat of the sun.
I can be a police officer, fighting crime and racing into danger, or a villain, sweating nervously at the thought of getting caught.
I can sprout wings and fly towards the sun, not turning back until my cheeks became sun kissed.
The rainy days, where I can be a chef, serving my famous mud pies.
I can camp out, listening to the rain drum softly upon the roof of the tent.
I can become a dancer, only performing with the applauding thunder.
I can become a water fairy, or mother nature, controlling the pelting rain.
I can lay in forming puddles savoring the taste of raindrops on my tongue.
I can direct an orchestra with the rain, thunder, and lightning as my instruments.
The starry nights, where I can watch flickering fireflies buzz about, and join them for a bit.
I can climb my ladder on a hill, reach a little higher, getting closer to touching the glowing moon every night.
I can catch a falling star, make a wish, and toss it back up into the nightfall.
I can defend the land from space invaders, or scare away shadows with my flashlight.
I can sing with the crickets and talk with the owls.
I can make shapes with the twinkling stars, or just lay on the cool grass until it’s time to place the sun in the sky.
I can do anything on the days my nurse opens the blinds to my hospital window,
But if only I really could.