Make a wish on a wild flower
In sixth grade, one of my friends and I wrote a song called, “Make a wish on a wild flower.” I still find myself randomly chanting the melody these many years later. Sometimes I stop and reconstruct full verses of lyrics, and it becomes the song in my head for the day.
It wasn’t a good song by any stretch of the imagination, but it was an original collaboration! I can still remember us, sitting in her basement on a rainy day, trying different guitar chord combinations, rhymes and nonrhymes.
It was possibly, the preteen sequel to “he loves me, he loves me not.” Instead of pulling petals off, we were content to just make wishes. Wishes for romance, love and the pain of the inevitable break-up. Things that we had no experience with yet. But isn’t that what song-writing or creating any art is about? Exploring and defining our world, or how we wish it could be?