The Magic of Storytelling.

In the depths of night when all is still,

The world is hushed and the wind is chill,

A spark ignites and begins to grow,

A flame that dances and starts to glow.

It whispers secrets of a time gone by,

Of ancient lands and starry skies,

Of magic spells and mystical sights,

Of wondrous worlds and epic fights.

It weaves a tale of love and loss,

Of heroes brave and mighty cause,

Of journeys long and paths untrod,

Of the search for truth and the hand of God.

And as the flame grows brighter still,

The stories flow and begin to fill,

The hearts and minds of all who hear,

With wonder, awe, and boundless cheer.

For in this flame, a power lies,

To transport us to another guise,

To teach us lessons, to make us whole,

And fill our lives with endless soul.

So let us sit and watch the flame,

And let its magic call our name,

For in its light, we find the key,

To unlock our hearts and set us free.

(Dihash).