The marvel of magic

In essence around us
Are magickal things
Essentially purposeful
And what that brings
Real perpetuity
Essentially so
From all thats around us
That most people know

The trees of the forest
The fruit on the trees
The stones and the crystals
Lying where they please
In the wood litter
Perhaps in the stream
Having the substance
And holding the dream

The herbs and the wild plants
We foraged when young
With all of that energy
Perhaps the unsung
Unused at this moment
But used long ago
The hearts blood of ancestors
That still does grow

The carpets of moss
The lichens of old
Fungi that hide
Be it snow white or gold
The freshness of morning
The kiss of the dew
Love has a way
About seeking the new

Each clump glade or shrubbery
Tendril or stalk
Pod, cone or acorn
Just a short walk
From a tumbledown garden
To the common green where
It be a pleasure
Of spotting a hare

The softness of silence
A nosegay of rose
The petals so perfumed they
Play with the nose
The hoot of the tawny
Music to my ear
The bel canto spirit
Thats windrously clear

The enchantments around us
Such workings are too
Each potion each candle a light
To burn through
A certain alchemy
That Will be there
In the wildness and wisdom
That hangs in the air

We have amethyst violet and amaranth too
Magenta and plum a vision and view
Eyes closed we can visualise
And bask in the light
From the power of ideas
And our natural sight
Lets bring into harmony all that we do
And respond to the wishes
Now bound to come true