Where the magic begins, beneath the sky,
In the quiet hum where the fireflies fly,
Whispers of dreams float soft through the trees,
Dancing in shadows with the evening breeze.
It starts in the heart, in the pulse of the night,
In the glow of the stars, in their ancient light.
Where the world is a secret, just waiting to wake,
And every step stirs the spell that we make.
In the flicker of candles, in the rustle of leaves,
In the quiet belief that the world will believe.
A word on the wind, a flick of the hand,
A promise of wonder, a faraway land.
Where the magic begins, no one can say,
It’s hidden in moments that slip away.
But if you listen closely, if you dream and you trust,
You’ll find it, my friend, where the stars turn to dust.
Thank-you for reading.
Many blessings to all.
Much Love and light,
Brenda Marie
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