Magic forming
I can see the magic
Forming before my eyes.
The tiny, little faeries
With their iridescent
Wings fluttering to keep
Them up in the air.
The dragonflies hovering
Above a shimmering pond
Before they fly off
In a flash.
The tiger lilies opening their
Petals with a sigh of
Relief that morning has
Finally peaked it’s bright head.
The elves painting creatively
Bright, new colors for the
Heaven and the earth.
The larks singing for
All to hear and to praise
Their beautiful melodies.
The weeping willow trees
Are crying fresh joyful
Tears of the new morning.
Yes, the magic of a new day
Has formed before my very eyes.
I can see the magic
Forming before my eyes.
The tiny, little faeries
With their iridescent
Wings fluttering to keep
Them up in the air.
The dragonflies hovering
Above a shimmering pond
Before they fly off
In a flash.
The tiger lilies opening their
Petals with a sigh of
Relief that morning has
Finally peaked it’s bright head.
The elves painting creatively
Bright, new colors for the
Heaven and the earth.
The larks singing for
All to hear and to praise
Their beautiful melodies.
The weeping willow trees
Are crying fresh joyful
Tears of the new morning.
Yes, the magic of a new day
Has formed before my very eyes.