On magic

There is magic in song and word
Wether they are read or heard
It sooths us, heals us, makes us
Allows us to flee, without too much fuss

There is magic in writing
Conveing emotions with words
That feeling when the sun sets low
Or when listeining to the song of birds

There is magic all around us
The way flowers bloom and children develop
If only one wishes to see
How bumblebees fly and horses gallop