Each place I look, I see magic abounding|
in the mists gently rising from a winter lake
a dew drop clinging to an early morning branch.
Each place about me, I hear magic abounding
the song of a bird flitting through the trees
water trickling through a quiet meadow.
Each breath I take, I taste magic abounding
in the crispness of the chilly fall air
the musty scent in a lush forest.
Each day I live, I feel magic abounding
in my heart that fills with the joy of life
the breeze lifting my Spirit above the mundane.
Magic abounds everywhere! Open your heart and let magic in!
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