Enchantment

And where have all the spirits gone

that lived beneath the fallen leaves

and scampered quick among the rocks

and bedded down within the trees?

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Who blew upon the morning buds

to make them open up their eyes

and painted all the colors on

the lacy wings of dragonflies?

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We once knew more about their kind

and apt we were to see their hand

among the wonders all around

in sea, and sky, and stone, and sand

.

But we forgot that life is more

than facts and numbers, black and white

And so we lost our secret kin

and they, bereft, have taken flight

.

To somewhere else where fancy dwells

And men have eyes to see and know

with wisdom far beyond our own

That magic helps the plants to grow