Magic

I dream of magic

With sparks flying,

Colors whirling,

Mind expanding to take in the world.

When I close my eyes, I dream.

Of the tension of the clouds,

Before they let let go of their sorrows

And water falls to Earth in an endless torrent.

Of each leaf that spirals to the ground, forgotten in the silent, silvery night.

I dream because I am young.

Because 'seeing is believing' isn't enough for me.

When a single bird trills,

The world sighs in contentment.

So do I.