in a state of constant wonder
June 14th, 2004
We Are Magic
The wind blows
Through the buffalo grass,
It’s dancing… dancing.
I being the only witness,
Watch it twist and turn to the
Field’s hills.
Only the wind and I are here,
I singing softly my
Merry tune,
It dancing its
Enchanting dance.
Together we are
Magic,
The wind a cloud,
And I a raindrop.
We are a storm that
Thunders across the land.
We are
Magic!!!
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