This is a scheduled post planned to be published at 1712952811000 at 1712952811000
I find magic in a drop of dew on a blade of grass.
In the smile on your face as the days slowly pass.
There's magic I find in a patch of sky,
in the shape of a cloud of gray floating by.
True magic, the smile of a baby newborn,
The magic of life on a brand new morn.