Poem: Magic in the Air

There is magic in the air,
A whispered song, a dream to share.
It dances light on evening’s breeze,
And rustles through the swaying trees.

It twirls with stars, so far and bright,
A shimmer in the velvet night.
It paints the sky with hues of gold,
A story that is yet untold.

It moves in silence, soft and deep,
Where shadows wake, and secrets sleep.
A quiet spark, a gentle glow,
That fills the heart with things to know.

The moonlight hums, the night does sing,
A magic only dreams can bring.
It wraps the world in tender care—
Yes, there’s pure magic in the air.

Thank-you for reading.

Much Love and Light,

Brenda Marie Fluharty