As I’m walking through a field,

my fingers brush the tops of wheat.

The golden tops are swaying gently from a warm breeze

like singers in a chorus.

It creates a rustling melody

that calms my heart.

The sun is bright amongst the perfect and cloud-free blue sky.

The field reflects it’s rays, creating a shimmering mirage

of glittering diamonds.

I come to a halt,

and shade my eyes with my hand.

As I look around, I take in all of this beauty,

and I know … without a doubt …

magic is real.