Writing Prompt

Magic is what happens

When the sun rises

And kisses the horizon

Starting the day

Magic is what happens

When star litter the sky

Glittering so bright

Signaling the night

Magic is what happens

When the moon hangs high

Watching us with its invisible eye

As the sun sets

Magic is what happens

In every aspect of life

If only you look hard enough...

Magic is what happens when the sun rises

Bringing light and warmth

Banishing the monsters of the dark

Making the hard thoughts softer

Peace is what happens when the sun falls

Allowing for rest and decompression

A respite from the noise of the day

Pausing the stress of living

Happiness is what happens when I’m with you

Sending away sorrow and depression

Subbing in love and joy

Saving me from sink...

Magic is what happens when the sun rises,

Hidden all around in infinite disguises,

For everything under the sun is a box full of surprises,

Left unopened by our minds that compare shared likenesses,

We see all the same stuff that keeps us from being free,

Everything is different from every blade of grass to every tree,

No two things are the same yet we still can’t see,

That the biggest magic comes...

magic

is what

happens

when a sun

rises

light

breaks

the dark

bringing

harmony

to all

sleeping

children

wake

and dust

catches

light

like no

other

clouds

become

fluffy and fun

and the monsters

go

away

so why

does the sun

rise,

but the monsters

inside

still

lurk

behind

these terrified

eyes...

Magic is what happens when

The sun rises.

The most glorious,

Stunning sight

Nature has to offer.

As the sun’s ascent begins

And it climbs over

The horizon,

Slowly, surely.

It’s eerily calming,

Soothing, peaceful

Glow,

Quite the magical experience.

The sunrise is a magical thing,

A stunning

Moment

To behold.

Although the sun rises

Day after day,

I still never want it to

Go away,

For it is mag...

magic is what happens

when the sun rises

when I get up out of bed

change my clothes, brush my hair

grab a quick breakfast

and sit in the car

my mind abuzz as the 10 minute drive

feels like forever

then I look for signs you’re already at school

hope I see you in the halls

I stop by my locker

plan out what I’d do when I see you:

make eye contact and smile

but not like a creep

not in a weird way

jus...

Magic is what happens when the sun rises.

I often wonder, what is magic?

Magic to me, may different for you.

Magic is wherever you go, from the beautiful sunrise or the evening sunset.

It is the ability to see what is around you, do you notice the animals that Mother Nature gave to us?

Do you notice the calm breeze of the wind or the strong gusts of the wind?

Do you wake up in the morn...

Magic is what happens when the sun rises.

The cry of light,

Nights blanket,

Plush, plush velvet

Torn from the earth.

Magic is what happens when the sun rises.

The scream of illumination,

A resting peopl,

Stillness, peace

Their sanctuary now vulnerable.

Magic is what happens when the sun rises,

But evil never sleeps with the light on....

What is a harmonious mind

To sit in stillness a place to find

Or the magic of the rising sun

Watching the stars disappear one by one

With the wind gently caressing your face

Feeling safe and secure in this inviting space

To see the warming glow of the sun rise

A spectacular surprise

The glow has you in a loving embrace

The troubles in your mind gone without a trace

If only this harmony could la...

The bright glow of a light

The warmth of the morning

That’s when it all begins

That’s when I have a chance

A new chance

A chance to try

And try again

And end up feeling lost

That’s what I do with my days

I spend them

Wondering

Hoping

Maybe even dreaming

And then when the bright sun

Disappears behind the mountains

And I shut my eyes

That’s when I realize I’m worth nothing

You tr...