Welcome to poem 11 of my NaPoWriMo
writing challenge. I apologise for the slight delay on this one, as I completely forgot to post it yesterday.
This poem is called Magic.
There's magic everywhere we go,
Way up high and down below,
It's in the twinkle of every eye,
The brightest stars within the sky,
It's in a treasured photograph,
Captured inside each and every laugh,
It's in a flower as it grows,
And, a river as it flows,
Tied to the bonds of a friend,
And, a broken heart on the mend,
It brings growth to the tallest trees,
And, is carried by a gentle breeze,
It's in the strength of every ruler,
And the craft of every jeweller,
It's in the heart of a man and his wife,
And that magic is called life.
Thanks for reading,