Magic is in the air.
R.d. Jess
From the ground to the sky.
I see it everywhere.
I marvel at the sight.
My lungs expand,
to smell the air once again.
I never planned,
to feel this again.
To be alive after being lost.
is like the clouds opening wide.
Letting water pour from our lots.
Not worried about pride.
Yes, magic is in the air.
I think I might take a stroll,
and watch the magical flare.
Write a story that needs to be re-told.
Magic in the Air
Renewed Dream 