In the whispers of the night, where shadows dance,
Lies the truth about magic, in a fleeting glance.
The stars above, they hum a secret song,
A melody of wonder, where we belong.

Beneath the moon’s soft, silvery glow,
Enchantment lingers, in the wind’s gentle flow.
Each moment a spell, cast by time’s hand,
In the heart of the dreamer, magic will stand.

The truth about magic is not in the wand,
But in the dreams, of which we’re fond.
It’s in the eyes that see beyond the veil,
In the stories we tell, that never grow stale.

So let us believe, in the impossible’s grace,
For in the truth of magic, we find our place.
In every heartbeat, in every sigh,
The magic of life, will never die.