If I Have Magic

If I have magic, I’d paint the skies, With colors of dreams, where hope never dies. We’d weave the stars into silken threads, To light up the world, as the night gently spreads. If I have magic, I’d whisper to trees, Enticing their dance with the warm summer breeze. Their leaves would twinkle, a joyful refrain, In a symphony sung by the falling rain. If I have magic, I’d gather the glow, Of fireflies twinkling in twilight’s soft show. I’d bottle their light, with care and delight, To chase away shadows that dwell in the night. If I have magic, I’d soften each heart, With kindness and laughter, a world set apart. No more lonely souls, lost in the dark, For love’s endless treasure would spark a new start. If I have magic, I’d travel through time, To meet every hero, to dance with the mime. I’d walk with the ancients, the wise, and the bold, And whisper their stories, their secrets untold. If I have magic, it’s not just to boast, But to share the wonder, to cherish, to toast. For the real magic lies not at my command, But in all of our hearts, united we stand. So give me the gift not of power or might, But of a shared journey, together in light. For if we have magic, let it be clear— The truest enchantment is kindness, my dear. The truest enchantment is kindness, my dear. The magic we share is the love we revere.