Wisp

Wisp

I reached out as I stood in the gentle blowing breeze,
To capture a wisp as it flew by some trees.
Gently, I pulled it up near my lips and softly whispered,
(I wish for you to grow tall, and remain unhindered.)
Then I blew it from my hands and back into the air.
Looking at the giant white puff so fair,
Somehow I knew that my wish would come true.
I watched with a smile for a year as it grew,
And it brought me one step closer to enlightenment.