I've never
Found any magic,
The world's a dreary place,
Us humans just
Live boring lives,
Going at our own
Dreary pace.

The world was
Once full of magic,
Us people all believed,
But then our imaginations
Died,
And magic began to flee.

It felt unloved,
Unseen,
Unneeded,
And to the sky,
"Save me!"
Magic pleaded.

The sky took pity
On magic,
And on one cloudless night,
The sky lifted magic into
The darkness,
And it became the stars
Burning bright.

So next time
You see a
Falling star,
It's not just a
Space rock you know;
It's a little piece of magic,
Taking its return flight
Home.