just a wish

I dream to find a genie
To grant me just one wish,
Not for some Lamborghini
Or a finely cooked up dish,
I’ll ask of him to turn me
In some sort of a bird,
So I can fly the city
To peek upon your world,
Maybe I’ll desire
To turn you in a tree,
So I could fly a higher
to nest in your safe-ty,
a branch will be your shoulder
to whistle time away,
and when the air gets colder
hold me safe in your array.