Magic
It is everywhere, just look.
Everything around us is magic,
the sun rises in the East,
the moon at another end of the see-saw sets.
The wind caresses us gently,
and trees shoot up out of the ground correctly.
Everything works like clockwork,
with no apparent master insight,
be it day or night.
If this isn’t magic, what is?
The earth rotates, shifting its very plates.
The stars fill the sky, leaving us to marvel and sigh.
The breath that goes in, comes out,
leaving me beyond a shadow of a doubt.
That this is magic, with no spoken words.
Everything from rain to hummingbird,
to a little offspring’s cry that is heard,
the different feelings that are stirred
has magic for us to experience
and figure out the essence.
Just look up or look within,
stare into the different contours of flowers,
or look deeper into the ocean which has fish that are full of colors.
Who was at work while we were asleep?
Or are we in slumber the entire time while someone else is at work?
What is it? An unanswerable puzzle, an unknown wonder,
leaving us with something to ponder.
If this isn’t magic, then what is?
