The birds sing and dance
On the branches
They bend and sway
And make the leaves twirl
Alice sings along
We ring the bells
And tie ribbons around
Our wishing tree
We have been looking at it fade and fall
For too many years
Soon the berries will come again
The birds will feast
Their song will be louder
Robins and sparrows
She whispers
Our friends
We would like to sit in the tree
Make our wishes
Health and happiness
Perhaps when this time is up
We will be birds
It would be good to fly
To have a place in the sky
Solid as the trunk
Thick scarred wood
That looks just like our body
We would grow tall
Hold our head up straight
Reach for the sunlight
To make ourselves glow green
It is good to dream
It is good to watch the wishing tree.
