A Story Can Be Told

There is magic in our minds,

In spaces, places, faraway forests, villages, valleys, and streams;

There is magic in a field, where the sweet grass grows, animals feed, and where the sun beams down its glorious rays.

There is magic when we sleep at night; in planets and stars that don't fade

'till the morning light.

There is magic in our dreams of fairies, goblins, and mighty beasts.

Magic is everywhere we look, our minds are like open books; words on a page waiting to be written

And where there is magic, a story can be told;

Because stories live forever, and they never grow old.