Where the magic begins...
Silk sheets in pitch dark with starry old night,
Chills of the breeze will bring flowers alight,
Rustling of lush leaves, hums a melody,
Casting a strange spell, making me sleep,
There's not many people who feed on the dreams,
Neither who believe in the story tales,
But life is a fable of legends and myths,
Casting their very own magical spells,
Breathe in the beauty when sun rises and sets,
Treasures of crystals in shiny old chest,
Stardust is what we've been made of,
Like the oceans fill up with several rain drops,
To tell you the truth, I'd honestly say,
It's useless to fight for the truth,
For the real fun only starts when i say,
that the magic begins within you...
V