Magic?, yes Magic!

by Shadowdance

As I sit here in the early morning
Listening to the birds sing
I think to myself
This is Magic, yes Magic!

As I watch the Camillion
Change his color from brown to green
I think to myself
This is Magic, yes Magic!

There go a couple of dogs
Frolicing in play together
There's a cat walking
Along the edge of a fence.

Over there beautiful flowers
Release their fragrance into the air
And I think to myself
This is Magic, yes Magic!

Magic isn't a parlour trick
Or what you see in the movies
It's the generosity of our mother Earth
And all that she can teach us.

You want to see a real magic show?
Go outside in the early morning
Sit on the ground where no one goes
And watch, and listen, and learn.

This poem © Copyright 1998--by Shadowdance: aka Lola Overland.

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