In the twilight’s gentle whisper, magic breathes,
A symphony of stars that dance in the night,
Secrets of the universe it softly weaves,
Illuminating dreams with their ethereal light.
Through Atticus’ eyes, the world unfolds,
A tapestry of wonder, stories untold,
In every shadow, a mystery holds,
The truth about magic, brave and bold.
Itâs in the laughter of the falling rain,
The silent whispers of the ancient trees,
A fleeting joy, a moment’s pain,
In every heartbeat, in every breeze.
Magic isn’t found in spells or charms,
But in the simple, everyday delight,
It’s in the warmth of held hands and open arms,
In the beauty of the stars that light the night.