The Magic

In twilight's soft embrace, where shadows play,

Lies a realm where magic holds its sway,

Where whispers weave through enchanted air,

And dreams take flight without a care.

In forests deep, where ancient trees stand tall,

Their wisdom echoing a mystical call,

Where faeries dance on gossamer wings,

And the nightingale in melody sings.

In the caress of moonlight's gentle glow,

A wizard's wand ignites the night,

Sparks of wonder, pure and bright.

In hearts that dare to believe and see,

In the power of what could be,

Magic thrives, a spark within,

A realm where fantasy and reality begin.