Magic is what happens when the sun rises,

Hidden all around in infinite disguises,

For everything under the sun is a box full of surprises,

Left unopened by our minds that compare shared likenesses,

We see all the same stuff that keeps us from being free,

Everything is different from every blade of grass to every tree,

No two things are the same yet we still can’t see,

That the biggest magic comes from inside of you and me,

Yet we never really wake up we just continue to dream,

We dream when we’re awake and we dream when we’re asleep,

Yet the magic still flows from the wind and the leaves,

Endlessly creating melodies we keep repainting,

From the lack of attention that we all just keep wasting,

For every sunrise is a chance to stop the waiting,

For the magic we seek never stops playing,

Noticed the twinkling in the dewdrops every morning,

Like reflections of stars blinking in all their glory,

Before they disappear and evaporate without warning,

Up towards the sky where the birds are caught soaring,

Under the clouds that keep forming and reforming,

Moving and repainting a play that keeps performing,

In moments both fleeting and forever enduring,

This world is a treasure and we are the keys,

Instead of unlocking its wonders we’re caught in a freeze,

Looking at everything and we see nothing so we find no release,

From distractions everywhere we never notice every second can bring a moment of peace,

From every beat of our hearts to the infinite sky,

Are teachers teaching lessons of the ancient and wise,

Just look in the eyes of a child where the wonder never dies,

Before we teach them what we think we know turning promises into lies,

Every minute to them is a miracle,

Not the stuff from the biblical or mythical,

But what’s right in front of us both the visual and invisible,

From the beasts that walk to the creatures that crawl,

We don’t see that what we think is smaller than small,

Wake up and stop dreaming before we all fall,

See that everything that exists is a piece of the all,

For what is magic anyway if it’s not in the air that we breathe,

That comes from the world around us in all the trees,

Whether or not you see or choose to believe,

It’s in everything everywhere including you and me,

Wake up and stop dreaming learn to just feel,

Stop thinking about everything and creating your own fear,

The only time we have is now, the only place is here,

Slip through the cracks in your backs and discover what’s real,

For Magic is what happens when the sun rises,

Instead of trying to wake up just open your eyes,

Take a deep breath and release a deep sigh,

Stop asking questions and wondering why,

For every morning that comes after the night,

The Magic resides between every hello and goodbye!

—TerrySalmon—