If I had a wish,

It would be that I will be perfect.

Here's a poem.

There once was a bird
All the others thought it was absurd
Then one day
It flew away
To reach out for help
What happened? Well..
It's cry mingled with laughs
And while the others laugh
The bird went to a mass
It prayed that this cry would be the last
But it was wrong
All along
The next day the bird was gone
The others were busy having fun
They now saw a tree
A big one, where it had fleed.
The bird was there, with a King
He gave her laughter and things
It was a miracle, they said
So that was why the bird had fled
The bird had now seen with two eyes
What it was like to be in Paradise.