Magic

The moon is special,
magical and fine.
It brights up the night,
with it's mysterious light.

The night is dark,
dangerous and cool.
Quiet and innocent,
but beware.
The shadows are lurking,
don't ever cross the invisible line.

The stars are shining,
like diamonds in a cave.
Who could have guessed,
what they really are?
Planets in the universe,
far far away.

This is the end,
my dear fellows and friends.
I could go on,
for ever and never.
Listen to my words,
cause I'll only say this once.

Magic is here.
Magic is there.
Magic is everywhere.
Magic is near and far.

If you believe in nature,
the living and the dead.
You believe in magic,
cause magic is every thing you ever met.

I wrote this poem, a couple of years back.
I decided not to change any thing, before I put it in here. So it's probably a little rough on the edge.