-Beauty is Magic-
Something beautiful unwraps the air
Cold like the morning Autumn breeze
As the birds sing an invitation to Winter
Waiting for the sunlight to warm our jaded heads from slumber

We desire to be innocent
To be the nature we admire
But as natural as breath
We fall into ourselves
As we are washed away by the colors

I want to gaze
Not with calcified eyes
But with unclouded judgment
Into the abyss that stares back

And from the dark of the mist
I accept the truth
That my eyes do not deceive
But are a looking glass
To nothing supernatural
But a spectacle as I now know
An acceptance of natural miracle
And a knowing that beauty is magic

~A Poem by Avery Nakashima~