Recipe for Flying

 

I’ve jewels in this bag I carry with me

my collection will give you wings,

the shimmer of a star

the leap of a hare

this is where magic begins.

 

I sneak outside, quiet as pure air

catch them as they lie low,

the wisp of a cloud

the pearl of sound

nestled in my bag as I go.

 

The sway of a leaf, the warmth of sun’s hand

a petal that glows with ease,

the swirl of a river

a hidden whisper

I gather them all to please.

 

Come take a look, see what lies within

listen to the singing inside,

lift your arms and

believe these charms,

pretty soon your feet will rise.

Background: I can do magic!