As I looked from my tiny balcony through the fog and mist,
A question crossed my mind, do angels really exist?
I, for one, always believed in things I couldn’t see
And while star gazing, there wasn’t any end to my curiosity.
As a kid I believed infinitely in harry potter and marvellous magic,
Thought with a swish of wand, I could wipe off something tragic.
Magic does work, but probably not that way,
It works through firm belief and hard work, I say.
Well, all my philosophical thoughts apart,
I do believe that life is magical from the core of my heart.
Coming back to my balcony tonight,
I saw a silhouette against the dim moonlight.
I squinted my eyes to get a clearer view,
And my heartbeat raced when I saw a fairy flying across the sky so blue.
I looked up at the sky in awe,
But the next second, it was only a sparkle that I saw.