My Wish

I see a wishing weed
and I want to pluck it from the ground,
take a deep breath,
pucker up,
and let the force of my desire send its seeds sailing through the sky.
If my wish came true,
a seed would fly to you,
go into the ground,
take root,
and a wishing weed would grow up at your feet.
You’d pluck it from the ground,
take a deep breath,
and wish for me too.