The magic of the heart of fire

Is found within a dance-

Leaping, beating, pounding, heating-

In patterns that entrance.

The magic of the breath of air

Is called through song and voice-

With verse and rhyme, and thought sublime

A calling to rejoice.

The magic of pure water’s soul

Is caught within a tear-

That’s shed for grief, and for relief,

Joy, pain, and hope held dear.

The magic of the mountain vast

Is hid within your bones.

They hold you tall, whate’er befall-

Your strength before unknowns.

In you, all magic of the world

Spins out from shining core-

It is your drive, your joy alive-

Your treasure to explore.