Magic is what happens when the sun rises.

I often wonder, what is magic?

Magic to me, may different for you.

Magic is wherever you go, from the beautiful sunrise or the evening sunset.

It is the ability to see what is around you, do you notice the animals that Mother Nature gave to us?

Do you notice the calm breeze of the wind or the strong gusts of the wind?

Do you wake up in the morning and feel grateful for the day that has just begun?

Do you notice the trees wriggle the leaves or appreciate the shades that it shares from the glaringly hot sun?

Do you notice the sky, whether it is clear or painted with clouds?

Do you notice the people who truly smile at you, even though their life is tough?

Do you notice the lady or man, standing near asking you how your day has been?

To me, magic is what happens when the sun rises.

The birds greet the morning sky, whether it’s rainy, gloomy or the sun is shining.

Magic is a brand new day filled with opportunities.

It is love, love that embraces you and warms your heart yet that thing or person you love you may not see.

Magic is nature, the beautiful trees, the different species of birds and animals.

Magic is written in the sky, through the stars, or the light blue skies.

It is the southern and northern lights or in the Grand Canyon or the Great Barrier Reef. It is Mount Everest or the great waterfalls.

Magic is believing, believing in the mystery and the untold.

Magic is having the ability to appreciate what surrounds you, if you really look, you will see the magic that is everywhere around you.