There’s a hint of magic everywhere.
It’s across the seas and in the air.
Drenched in moonbeams, under the stars…
it ripples in pastures and spreads out far.
The taste is honey, so golden yellow.
Soothing, comforting, dreamy and mellow.
The winds carry magic, you have to listen.
In tinkling rain and dewdrops that glisten.
Shades of violet, purple and peach
light up the heavens so out of reach.
Sun God’s chariot gallops across,
bathing forests, hillsides and moss.
Our world is full of old, ancient magic.
If you can’t see…its utterly tragic.
Always looking for rational explanations.
It’s right in front…nature’s creations.
Open your eyes and feel with all senses.
Let it flow in, break those defences.
Engulfing, peaceful…feels blissful and warm.
Like a moth to flame you’ll be magically drawn.
Noticing things before you didn’t see…
The trees do talk and so do the bees.
Chirping insects tell wonderful tales.
Interesting stories, they always regale.
Northern lights glow…magical yet eerie.
Departed spirits or mischief by fairies.
Dancing cowslips and grazing herds.
Flights of fancy and migratory birds.
Cycle of seasons and different weather,
this was wonderfully all put together.
Man’s tried to discover, throughout history.
But by whom, what or how…shall remain a big mystery
BIO
Meenakshi Dwivedi is a Doctor by profession and lives in the U.K. She is married to medic as well.
She enjoys spending time with her two children and going for long walks with her dog. She
started writing during the pandemic and has found it enjoyable.
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