The little bird in her nest sleeps, unaware of the sky above that it needs to conquer...
The seed hidden under the earth, knows not about its destiny as a mighty tree...
The turtle eggs in the beach lie there, oblivious of their future amidst the deep currents of the mighty ocean...
The magic of the stars, the cool pleasant presence of the moon, cannot make up for the nourishment given by the hot Sun...
The cycle of days, the recursion of seasons, a birth of a calf, hatching or an egg, the flight of the birds, the tiny shoots that emerge from the earth, flowers blooming...
Ah.. the magic of the infinite almighty...
Magic when the lightning strikes the bare ground and the energy captured by the earth...
Magic when lava from the volcano cools down to yield new nourishing lands...
Magic in the oyster and the conversation or an irritant into a pearl...
Magic in friendships, magic in love, magic in nourishment... the magic of me and you...
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