Magical Musings

Magic surrounds us if you look close enough

Some call it nature, some an act of an all powerful deity,

And if that is what they choose to believe, fair enough,

I prefer the concept of mystical and magical, blessings almighty!

I'm a witch, it is my chosen way, my own path

I use Nature's gifts to heal and send blessings of good

I don't have green skin, a crooked nose, sorry no warts either,

I have a black cat, my familiar, don't fly a broom, wish I could.

Black magic is there if one chooses to follow

Be warned the rule of three, what you do comes back at you thrice

So hex and curse to your malcontent, why should I object

I won't respond as I know what you get back will not be nice

I have a cauldron, an old stewing pot

For mixing potions, motes, medicines and magical spell

No lizards tooth on my ingredients list, no eyes of newt,

Sorry if that disappoints, just simple herbs they do just well

Nature's magic provides all that I need, simple things,

No school of magic did I attend, no Hogwart's for me

Do I need that specialist education to respect the planet?

I think not, I just do as I will and remember the rule of three.

I will dance and sing, maybe chant sky clad among the stones

In reverence and glory to the gods and goddesses above

The magic around us is for all who care to stop and stare

Given to us in mystery and most definitely in love.

So next time per chance you stop and see a red rose

See the wonder of our world, it provides us so well

Take the time to admire her beauty, her sweet scent inhale

All this we are given. Is it magic? Who knows who can tell?

© Jem Farmer, all rights reserved.