Ordinary Magic

The morning sun rises up. It rises high above the trees. Light bounces from dew drops, Magical colors reflect through leaves. The woods are alive. The birds make angelic music. The stream giggles as it flows. Leave rustle with a summer breeze. The light begins to fade. Sunset colors drench the forest. Forest angels begin to sleep, others wake. The stars appear, like diamonds bright. Leaves whisper goodnight all is quiet. The forest sleeps. It awaits a new dawn.