A wish

I wish to be a wing of a plane,

Just one will do,

Such power and strength as it glides in the unpredictable skies,

Despite turbulence through clouds, it goes on.

Fused of many metal bits, screws holding it all together,

It’s solid, sure, safe, and magnificent,

Carrying tired passengers as they close their windows to snooze,

Its design impeccable, revolutionary, yet humble,

It’s a silent warrior, resisting against the outside pressure, peacefully,

Pushing with full force, yet doing so effortlessly,

Above the diverse shades of green,

As per the Pilot’s wishes.