If I Could Fly Poem by Peter S. Quinn

If I could fly
I would go to the river
And never become dry
From thoughts of the truest giver
And I would be of earth
A flower or a tree
Its beauties wholesome worth
Each way you could see

If I could swim the sea
I'd be like oceans whales
For always and always free
In my own abyss fairytales
And become its conqueror
Through deeps of the faraway
The skill fullest adventurer
In my own swimming play

If I could give a thought
That would become reality
I’d start with what I ought
And shouldn’t permit to be
For ways are always returning
You gave some insight clue
And we from it all are learning
Of whether it is all true