In the whispering winds of forgotten tales,
Lies the magic that dances in moonlit veils.
It hides in shadows, where dreams dare to tread,
A secret language that lives in the head.

Stars paint the night with their shimmering glow,
Guiding the wanderers who seek to know.
In the silence between heartbeats and sighs,
Magic reveals what logic denies.

A child’s laughter, a fleeting glimpse,
The truth of magic in time’s gentle winks.
In every heartbeat, in every breath,
Lies the enchantment that defies death.

So open your eyes to the wonder untold,
In the dance of the leaves, the stories unfold.
For magic is real, in the moments we find,
The truth in the magic of heart, soul, and mind.