They thus wish..

The desert wishes the sand clings to it,
A warmth known to only its cold body.
The sea wishes to see fish swimming merrily,
Its own children playing in the blue expanse.
The air wishes the dream should not end,
One in which it is given the first prize always.
The fire wishes its dance continues with grace,
For its audience are awaiting its lasting beauty.
The cloud wishes to just watch the sun rise,
Maybe snatching a ray or two for its splendor.
The tree wishes that its precious hair is not shed,
For washing them would mean waiting for a year.
They wish for a lifetime of happiness and peace,
In silence,by actions and through nothing amiss.