Wishing Tree

When I sit underneath the wishing tree and look to the sky,
What do I wish, and why do I... why?
I wish for a few things which I will get to,
But before I start asking for things, I keep it real...
I say thank you.
I thank God.
I thank the angels.
I thank those who have inspired me and have passed.
I thank them for that, I thank them for this
I thank them for my brothers and sis.
And I thank and thank and thank.
I thank to be alive.
I thank for my wife.
I thank everyone for everything.

And then I start my wishes:
Please bless so and so and such and such.
Everybody and everyone.
And
Please help Sheryl and I achieve our goals.

I am a fortunate man, who's got an angel for a wife.
I think I know how to love life.
Birthdays are frickin' awesome.

The wishing tree has limbs of steel,
Carrying wishes upon its leaves.

I don't add much weight to its branches.
I just love lying nestled in its umbrella of hope.