Magic is what happens

When the sun rises.

It’s a burst of fun colours

Filled with surprises.

Like fireworks exploding

In the back of my mind,

I see all these patterns,

Which are one of a kind.

I let the sky take me,

Just sinking into light.

I’m not scared of what happens,

I’ll leave that for the night.

Then finally when

Those lights disappear,

I hold my body tight

And try not to have fear.

In the darkness of dusk,

No colours left around.

I bury my head in,

Light waiting to be found.

I shake and I shutter,

My eyes squeezed shut.

I finally open them

And am forced to look up.

Peering through my window.

Staring at the sun.

It’s rising once again

That feeling wasn’t done.

The colour’s always there,

That’s what the surprise is.

Magic’s what happens

When the sun rises.