This Magnificent Beauty

Magic is real.
Tis true, you see.
Magic is real.
It touches the soul.
It lasts in the morning sunlight,
in the evening dew,
in the dragon's spirit,
in the silence's moon.
It ripples through the stream,
it shines on the scales of a distant creature,
flying high in the sky.
It is in the whitest snow,
falling softly to the ground.
Magic is everywhere,
the heart; the mind; the soul.
Reality is nothing with out the gift of magic.
Magic is real,
but only the inoccent at heart may see it...
can you see this beauty we call magic?