My first thing to do when this Lockdown is over
Is build me a rocket and fly to the moon
Befriend a wise alien who grants me three wishes
Then leap between stars floating from a balloon
Back down towards Earth, I’ll rejoice at her wonder
And softly I’ll land in green fields full of sheep
My wishes I’ll pull from my space-dusty pocket
For now, under oak tree, I’ll bury them deep
For now is not time to waste all my three wishes
For children run free with kites soaring above
For humans remember there’s joy in a second
For now, we've a world reinjected with love
But one day when marvelling in moments forgotten
I’ll dig up my wishes and scrunch my eyes tight
A moment of silence is chased off by laughter
As kites, love and seconds burst back into sight
By Mark Bird