There is magic everywhere,
it lives and breathes, it’s in the air.
A mystical rhythm we can feel.
On the tip of the wind, breathing from within.
Sometimes we catch it and do not know.
The edge of a wave, the twinkling of time, swiftness of foot,
beyond the edge of time.
By our hand, beyond control.
The beat of a drum from ancient times.
From depth, we step with time.
The gist of nature, beauty thine.
Magic of life we must live, step in time with the wind.
Mysteries of time are mysteries of rhyme.