something like a child

If i could,
get the moon, hiding between the trees,
touch the skies, soar high,
feel the breeze beneath my wings,
and write my name on the skies,
the sun would set in pink,
the word would bloom only daisies,
and the trees would yeild chocolates
rice puff laden, packed in yellow,
the one you would like to fling through the window
to only go and fetch with me later,
for then you felt me hurt,
for then you understood the love I treasured
for when I had only one wish for myself,
I wished to love you with all my heart