Magic is found in the in-between spaces,
Dappling the grass at the edge of the trees;
Whispering soft in the hues of the sunset,
Lapping the line between sandbars and seas,
Rising to welcome the mists of the morning,
Gently caressing with eventide’s breeze.  

Look for the sparkle in thunder and raindrop;
Look for the rainbow tucked into the storm,
Search out the lengthening shadows of evening,
Take in the show autumn’s maples perform,
Revel in gasping-cold waters in summer,
Bask, in the winter, by firesides warm.

Endings are just the flipside of beginnings,
Nothing is ever quite just as it seems;
Losing is sometimes the better of winning,
Failings are often the heralds of dreams.
Change is what keeps our reality spinning,
Change is the place where the magical gleams.