magic is what happens

when the sun rises.

how the black night

becomes blue day.

sorcery is what happens

when the clouds rain.

how white and puffy

becomes grey and heavy.

wizardry is what happens

when the winds blow.

how the hot and humid

becomes cold and dry.

witchery is what happens

when the sky snows.

how the green grass

becomes the white hills.

but the most enchanting divinity

is when the stars fall.

how the glimmering, still sky

becomes a crying galaxy.

we find ourselves surrounded

by magic we didn’t make.

one can only wonder,

perhaps we are mystical, too?