Finding That Magical Place
Where ever you go it is this you must know.
Look for enchantment at every encampment.
The wind it will take you to somewhere that’s new
No matter how wide that is where you’ll abide.
If it says scatter, your feet must then patter.
But if it says rest, then make comfy your nest.
If breezes blow soft, then you must go aloft.
For a magical place may conceal its face.
Ask oak how it grows and the owl how she knows.
You are only a spy when using your eye.
The life that you feel may be more than is real.
Do not be so fooled by the dewdrops bejeweled,
Or the colors ablaze in a midday haze.
For it is under your seat, under your feet
That trembling of earth, now feel what it’s worth.
There’s a sense of a spell that’s how you can tell.
You must learn how it feels, and grasp how it heals.
So wherever you go, it’s this you must know
Let the wind be your guide, do not be denied
So you may embrace every magical place.