In the softest whisper of a fading day,
when the world grows quiet,
shadows start to play.
There's a subtle shimmer in the moonlit haze,
a hidden wonder through life's winding maze.
Not in grand illusions or a wizard's clever hand,
but in the gentle moment that we understand.
A silent promise in a bird's first flight,
a simple blessing bathed in morning light.
All this is magic,
a breath of unseen grace,
found in every corner,
every time and space.
It
dances in starlight,
it hums within the breeze,
a secret language
bringing souls to
the wind.
